The disciples with serious injuries were retreating, but as they retreated, they watched the man who slowly walked out of the crowd in utter shock.
With a cigarette in his mouth and his left hand tucked in his pocket, the man strolled out indifferently as if he were of no consequence. Yet it was this inconspicuous man who now caught the attention of everyone present, including the humanoid monsters.
The night wind blew without warning, and the hair on his forehead danced lightly. His face was as resolutely chiseled as if carved by a knife, with well-defined lines. His eyes were as deep and black as the profound stars in the night sky, unfathomable depths.
He elegantly pinched the cigarette at the corner of his mouth with his fingers and exhaled a puff of smoke. Then he walked slowly towards the humanoid monsters, which, like creatures confronted by their natural predator, hastily retreated backward.
