In the dense, pitch-black night.
Jiang Shi's body was elusive, his talent in Disguise operating to the extreme, indistinguishable from a shadow. He stealthily took action repeatedly, killing one bizarre human skin after another.
In a blink, more than ten human skins had perished at his hands.
Yet he still hadn't figured out their origins.
Jiang Shi's body couldn't help but stop again, his brows tightly knit, staring at the ashes of what had just burned in front of him.
"Strange."
Truly strange.
These human skins couldn't withstand the slightest injury; even if an arm was torn, they would immediately combust and meet a tragic end.
Each appeared pathetically fragile.
He had thought of capturing them alive, but the power within was too terrifying to restrain, and even the slightest leakage would cause their bodies to combust.
Yet without using great force, he simply couldn't capture them.
Jiang Shi's gaze swept out again into the thick darkness of the city.
