The young girl, seemingly bewildered to her last breath, couldn't fathom why her life was suddenly being taken away.
She desperately clutched at her neck, trying to stem the flow of blood gushing from the wound.
But instead of spraying everywhere, the blood slowly streamed into the air, gathering into a sphere.
Her complexion grew increasingly pale as all the blood was drawn from her body.
The bodyguards standing nearby made no move to intervene; instead, they expertly dragged the fresh corpse aside and tossed it away.
A thick scent of blood pervaded the air, and everyone could see the floating sphere of blood.
The middle-aged man looked at the blood sphere with great satisfaction, then took a deep breath, savoring the faint scent of blood in the air, his expression growing even more radiant.
"This scent is much better, I must say. I was born with a liking for such things; perhaps that's what others would call a perversion."
