"Zhou Huai, male, thirty-eight years old..."
"Execute!"
"Wang Min..."
"Execute!"
Yu Mo held the list in his hand just like that, yet it was as though he were reading from the register of life and death, a smile on his lips and his tone gentle.
The members of the Light Group, meanwhile, seemed more like merciless executioners, letting blood stain their bodies.
Even faced with the entire world's criticism, they remained unmoved.
Before long, the entire square was stained with vivid blood.
Some local Ink City residents who had come here to protest turned deathly pale as they smelled the thick stench of blood and watched heads roll across the ground.
Some of the younger ones even stood there dry-heaving.
For a time, the once-noisy square became extraordinarily quiet.
Now, when they looked at Yu Mo again, there was a measure of fear in their eyes alongside their original disgust.
It was as though they were looking at a blue-faced, fanged demon that might devour them at any moment.
One girl in particular, only about eighteen and seemingly not yet awakened, met Yu Mo's eyes for an instant.
Though it was only a second...
Though Yu Mo was smiling.
Under such intense fear, however, the girl burst into tears and collapsed to the ground, bewildered and helpless, her tears flowing uncontrollably.
Yu Mo merely watched calmly.
"Perhaps it has been too long since the Human Race experienced a baptism of blood within its own ranks."
"If the Demon-Suppressing Pass falls, the people in these cities might not even be able to fight back."
"Having a suitable enemy to spur them on at any moment might... not be so bad."
Watching this scene, Yu Mo's smile instead deepened a little.
Every so often, a head rolled beneath his wheelchair, but he