The Heavenly Demon Sect, what kind of organization was that? It was the ancestor of all wicked cults, with a lineage spanning over a thousand years. They were the ones who slaughtered others; it was unheard of for the Heavenly Demon Sect to be threatened.
Shi Jiu suddenly waved his sleeve, and an invisible wave of energy emanated from his body.
The people from the Dark Altar were hit by this energy wave and were all sent flying to the ground. The guns in the hands of those holding them clattered to the floor.
Only a few strong werewolves, power-type espers, and Dr. Bryant, who used his esper abilities to resist the shockwave, were not knocked down.
However, even these individuals were in a sorry state.
"Heh heh, these people are powerful, their souls must be delicious!" As Shi Jiu licked his lips, the four werewolves beside Dr. Bryant charged at him!
These werewolves were incredibly powerful, their movements almost creating afterimages.
Werewolves far surpassed ordinary humans in both strength and agility. These four also cooperated seamlessly, clearly not their first time working together to kill.
Facing the werewolves' attack, Shi Jiu neither dodged nor weaved. He thrust out his hands, crossing them in front of his chest. Immediately, four dark energy waves shot from his palms, directly colliding with the four werewolves.
These four gray energy blasts struck the werewolves directly in the chest, creating gaping holes the size of bowls. Through the wolves' chests, one could even see the panicked crowd behind them.
After piercing the werewolves' chests, these four energy waves did not dissipate. Instead, they surged into the crowd and exploded violently!
The crowd, who had just gotten back on their feet, was once again sent flying!
Everyone coughed up blood incessantly, and some felt that something was wrong with their bodies. There seemed to be something in that energy that was eroding them, causing them to weaken rapidly.
The four werewolves with pierced chests stood there blankly, their life force rapidly draining. At this moment, Shi Jiu lunged forward, spreading his arms, and pressed his fingers against the heads of two werewolves.
The next moment, people's eyes blurred. They seemed to see something floating out of the two werewolves' heads and entering Shi Jiu's body.
Shi Jiu licked his lips, "Not bad, a very powerful raw soul, this is truly a great tonic! Heh heh."
With a flick of Shi Jiu's hand, the bodies of the two werewolves whose raw souls had been extracted went limp like noodles on the ground. Shi Jiu's figure had already drifted to the side of the other two werewolves. He did the same, and the souls of these two werewolves were also directly devoured by him!
Seeing this, Yulia raised her hand, preparing to order the other Heavenly Demon Sect members to attack, but Shi Jiu turned and glared at her fiercely!
"These are all my raw souls. I want to savor them slowly. No one is allowed to snatch them from me. Anyone who takes what's mine will have to pay with their own raw soul!"
Shi Jiu's objective was clear: he wanted to kill these people and then extract their raw souls as they died. This was because when people were on the verge of death, their soul energy was fully released, and at this time, the soul's energy fluctuation was at its peak, which was what Shi Jiu's cultivation technique required!
However, at this moment, the people from the Dark Altar began to rise and prepare to flee.
Seeing this, Pang Zongheng, who was sitting on the hoverboard, let out a cold laugh.
"Heh heh, Old Jiu, your dead head is still as greedy as ever.
Fine, let this old man help you..."
As Pang Zongheng spoke, he extended his hand, and suddenly, a small flag, entirely black, appeared in his hand. The flag was shaped like a right-angled triangle, with strange symbols drawn on it.
This flag was originally stored in a special bag on Tang Zhonghua's waist.
This bag was made from the skin of some unknown animal. The opening of the bag was sewn with a jade pendant, through which energy flowed. It was clear that this was a magical artifact, or more accurately, a spatial item called a Qiankun Bag!
Of course, his Qiankun Bag was far inferior to Ling Tian's Mirror Space. It could only store items within a volume of about two cubic meters.
But even so, this item was a treasure enough to make everyone envious.
Pang Zongheng raised his hand, and the strange little flag flew out, traveling dozens of meters. It was inserted vertically into the ground amidst the fleeing crowd and then fluttered in the wind.
The next moment, a dense black mist suddenly emanated from the flag, enveloping the fleeing members of the Dark Altar.
These people were already scared out of their wits. Shi Jiu's bizarre attack method was too brutal.
But suddenly, the black mist spreading from all directions made their vision completely obscured.
What was even more terrifying was that within this black mist, it felt as if razor blades were falling, as if countless small blades were making cuts on their bodies.
These wounds were not fatal, but they caused them to bleed profusely. Some covered their eyes, feeling as if their eyes had also been scraped by blades, and immediately fell to the ground screaming.
"Heh heh, Old Jiu, I've taken care of them for you. Hurry up and absorb the raw souls. They won't be fresh if they die later!"
"Alright, old man, you did well. I owe you one!"
A terrifying smile appeared on Shi Jiu's face. Then, with a flicker of his body, he plunged into the black mist.
Within the black mist, screams could be heard. A few minutes later, the screams stopped. Pang Zongheng, sitting on his hoverboard, clapped his hands. The next moment, all the black mist was absorbed back into the small flag. With another wave of his hand, the flag fell into his hand and was stored in the Qiankun Bag.
At this time, everyone saw Shi Jiu standing amidst a pile of greedy corpses, looking radiant, as if he had just experienced his wedding night, truly glowing.
"Heh heh, so satisfying. The raw souls of espers are indeed delicious, and indeed, they are extraordinary!"
"Old man, aren't you afraid of bursting yourself? Let's go, we're heading up the mountain." With that, Pang Zongheng raised his hand and called Yulia over, whispering something in her ear.
Yulia nodded and went to relay the order. A few people followed them up the mountain to inspect the formation, while the other Heavenly Demon Sect disciples scattered, forming groups of a few to search the island.
Their objective was to kill everyone on the island except for the Heavenly Demon Sect!