"Who could it be, acting so decisively..."

Brother Fra, the white-robed priest, muttered to himself as he examined the mutant corpses before him.

"Four werewolves, and a hunter's body possessed by a shadow demon." The more he observed, the more Fra was convinced of the ruthless decisiveness of the one who acted.@@novelbin@@

He couldn't sense any traces of Battle Qi, Magic, or Transcendent vitality on the bodies.

It was as if the slaughter was done purely with physical strength.

Yes, slaughter.

Each werewolf had no more than three wounds—throat slit to prevent sound, a heart stab for an instant kill, leaving them dead under the full moon without a struggle.

As for the possessed hunter, there were only two marks of attack—a kick and a stone.

Among the residual shadow energy around, Fra also found traces of purification.

"If it were a demon hunter, they would have no reason not to meet me... Is it a desperate move to survive, hiding traces of Transcendent power... What is this person's goal?"

The more Fra thought, the more his head ached.

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