"Who are you?"
Li Fei was on his knees and clutching Jiang He's head, before he promptly turned to glare his red eyes at the golden masked figure who came ever closer, hate overflowing in his gaze.
If Jiang He could not stop that man, how was he supposed to?
He was going to die regardless. What was there to fear anyway?
The employees he had been shielding behind him had all fled when Jiang He showed up to kill the Ferals. They were all average joes, and would be a burden even if they stayed.
Meanwhile, the golden-masked figure slowly approached him, his shadow appearing long and narrow beneath the streetlights, shrouding Li Fei.
A mocking smile flashed in the eyes beneath the golden mask.
"You have guts for a D-class Awakened. Well, it's fine—I shall grant you peace in death by telling you my name: I'm Killer Star, a Grand of the Sky Demon Cult."
He spread his hands.
