Outside the borders of Hua, on a certain island, a brawny man with his torso bare, looking exceptionally fierce, now put away his phone and took out a blood-stained dagger again.
As he watched the fresh blood slowly drip down the dagger, he extended his tongue to gently lick it, revealing an expression of utter intoxication.
It seemed as if the taste of blood was a delicious delicacy to him.
His appearance was especially demonic, and if any living person were here to witness this scene, they would definitely be terrified out of their wits.
Unfortunately, there were no other living people around him.
Around the rock where he sat, indeed, there were quite a few people present, but none of them could stand.
They had all become corpses, dozens of bodies still slowly bleeding out, obviously having just recently died.
It was clear that they had all died at the hands of that man.
