"Master!Master,Master..."
Timothy Hill had returned to normal. He gazed deeply at William, then extended his hands, his eyes trembling with emotion.
He had lived a life of kindness, so careful in his daily life that he even feared harming insects while sweeping. Yet today, he had committed such heinous acts of violence.
For a benevolent old man, this was an invisible and profound blow.
"Hmph! Master? Kid, don't try to fool me with your tricks." Vinumbrae, the drunken soul, revealed his rotten teeth, feigning composure. He couldn't see through William's strength, but in his view, even if William was at the Quasi-Deity level, Vinumbrae believed he could still escape.
William took another step forward. The corpses and blood on the ground transformed into tiny red lights that gradually disappeared into the air.
Even the clothes of Timothy Hill and the 13th Bureau agent were cleaned, appearing spotless.
