After the explosive cracks, a rain of blood fell from the sky, pattering against the hard, dry ground.
The fear stirring in Smith's bloodline made him instinctively step sideways, clearing a path for Qin Ran. Qin Ran walked forward, brushed past Lagrun, and entered the inn's lobby.
Tap, tap, tap.
Only as the footsteps receded toward the second floor did the innkeeper let out a stale breath, as though waking from a dream.
"Has this guy already reached that level?"
The innkeeper muttered to himself.
Naturally, Smith, standing right beside him, heard those words.
Smith froze.
What did he mean by this guy having already reached that level?
Were there others who could do the same thing?
The half-blood was no fool, and those words immediately suggested more possibilities to him.
"The Demon Hunters?"
Smith looked up into the distance, where the corpses of countless monsters lay packed together in overlapping layers. His fists clenched involuntarily.
At that moment, the sight of countless heads exploding kept replaying in Smith's mind. Along with those images, Qin Ran's stature rose immeasurably in his eyes once again.
His simple gratitude and slight awe had deepened into far greater reverence.
The pride Smith had taken in his own talent vanished completely at that moment.
All that remained was the desire to catch up!
To catch up with Qin Ran!
He wanted to become a Demon Hunter like Qin Ran.
At that moment, someone else shared that thought: Mier.
Thud!
On the street, so silent it seemed frozen, a young member of the Special Operations Group suddenly collapsed, overcome by both horror and the relief of escaping death.
The release after such extreme mental tension left him unable to control his body properly.
But no one laughed at him.
Many of them were in the