No feast lasts forever.
Wu Pifu had known that long ago, so he did not dwell on the past. Compared to the past, he cared more about the present and the future.
To put it crudely: take life and death lightly; if you don't submit, fight.
For example... these nonhumans were just what he needed to vent his frustration.
Yet that night's hunt for the nonhumans went poorly. Wu Pifu did not find even a single nonhuman Ascendant Body. He only found a scattered dozen or so ordinary Transcendents from beyond this world. They did not possess perfect control over their flesh, so although they had killed a few passersby, they had not committed any grave atrocities. Wu Pifu simply beat them to death.
What truly concerned Wu Pifu was that he could no longer find those nonhuman Ascendant Bodies.
Ever since activating Psychic Negative Backlash, not only had his flesh simulated the body-tempering progress of Human Immortal Martial Arts, but his mental state had also recovered part of the realm he possessed outside this world.
He had not hunted those nonhuman Ascendant Bodies with his eyes, but with spiritual perception. Especially since this world had no supernatural powers, he was exceptionally sensitive to killing intent. In terms of long-range spiritual perception alone, he had now slightly surpassed Cicada Senses Autumn Before the Wind. So long as someone bore hostility toward him, whether or not they acted on it, he could find them—at least within this small space.
But now, that perception had failed. It was not some kind of supernatural concealment. This feeling of utter emptiness meant either that all those nonhuman Ascendant Bodies had died... or that something even more inconceivable had happened.
They... no longer bore any hostility toward Wu Pifu.
"...Have they already begun controlling their