The pitch-dark passage became a realm of deathly silence.
Three enormous Refined Demon corpses lay in pools of blood, their life force ebbing away.
Yet in the darkness, unbeknownst to when, another colossal figure had appeared.
It gazed at the corpses of the Refined Demons on the ground, and the next second, without any hesitation, it hunched over them.
It was feeding.
The corpses of the Refined Demons lying in the blood were being devoured bite by bite, gradually losing their original forms.
This process did not last long.
Shortly after, it had devoured all the flesh and blood of the Refined Demons, leaving only the conspicuous blood strewn across the ground.
Then, it turned and left.
On its body, a terrifying aura flashed briefly, invoking fear.
...
"Whoosh!"
With a sound of air being split, Shane's figure appeared out of the void, like a phantom, materializing instantly.
"Gone?"
His eyebrows knitted together, Shane scanned the surroundings.
