Without another wasted word, Ye Hui raised his hand and pressed it onto the man's head. Devouring Power erupted, consuming every last scrap of his flesh, blood, and vitality.
In the space of a breath, not a single person on the ground remained alive.
Ye Hui slowly withdrew his hand. At last, a faint flush appeared on his perpetually paper-white face.
It was a sign that the vitality he had devoured had briefly replenished his own blood and vital energy. The serpentine phantom around him slowly dissipated, but his murderous aura lingered.
He turned to look at the girl still huddled against the wall.
From beginning to end, she had not made a sound. She merely stood silently where she was, her hair covering her face, utterly motionless.
Ye Hui's eyes darkened.
The girl looked muddled and vacant, but she had been there the entire time. She had witnessed him using the devouring power of Chaos to kill.
His Devouring Power was far too distinctive.
Once someone fell from the clouds, there was no shortage of people eager to throw stones into the well and watch a genius gather dust.
If his whereabouts were exposed and his old enemies learned of them, endless trouble would follow. He might even drag Shopkeeper Yun into it.
Drag him into it...
The moment that thought arose, Ye Hui himself froze.
Since when had his first concern become not dragging that man into trouble?
Ye Hui suppressed that inexplicable emotion. His fingertips curled slightly as he looked at the silent girl before him, a flicker of ruthlessness passing through his heart.
Yet his feet remained rooted to the spot.
Just as he was considering what to do with her, a very soft knock against the wall sounded in the quiet alley.
Knock.
Knock.
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