Sifumo released a few threads, swinging around the buildings, quickly reaching the observation deck.
In times of emergency, Sifumo’s sense of direction would temporarily disappear, only to reappear once the situation was resolved.
At this moment, the observation deck was littered with bodies lying in disarray; only a few assimilation realm superpower users were unaffected.
Lin Zheyuan held Miao Xinyi, his face heavy as he looked at the peculiar expression of the narrator before them.
This narrator wore a baseball cap and the uniform of the Mia Zoo. He was the one to explain the characteristics of these animals whenever people encountered new species.
Currently, the narrator’s mouth twisted in a crescent moon smile, as if something was lurking in his throat, continually humming a cheerful lullaby.
Superpower users below the assimilation realm fainted upon hearing this lullaby, while the assimilation supernatural being remained unaffected.
Upon seeing the narrator, Sifumo’s clothes suddenly expanded, and a head the size of a watermelon emerged from his clothing.
It bared sharp teeth and lunged at the narrator, but the head’s hair was firmly gripped by Sifumo, rendering it immobile.
"As expected, he has divine blood..."
Although this narrator wasn’t part of the tour group, his presence along the tour route aligned with the prophecy.
Perhaps the divine blood was in his throat, and the Cup of Divine Blood should also be within his body.
The head in Sifumo’s arms was called the Bloodthirsty Flying Head, a monster forged by divine blood.
Before the Cup of Divine Blood was mastered by the Hunter Association, it was held by a group of scattered superpower users.
Every sixty years, they held a battle to seize the Cup of Divine Blood, and the victor had the right to fulfill a wish through it.
Among them was one person whose wish was not grand but simply for all his family and friends to be healthy.
The Cup of Divine Blood granted this wish, dividing the divine blood equally and implanting it into the bodies of this person’s family and friends.
At first, everything was wonderful; this person’s family and friends were all healthy, free of illness, and even stopped aging.
However, after a few years, a terrifying thing happened: all those implanted with divine blood found their heads could fly off their bodies, becoming something like flying heads.
Moreover, these heads had a pathological craving for divine blood, leading to a brutal mutual devouring.
The Bloodthirsty Flying Head in Sifumo’s possession now was the only one remaining from that family, and he used it to locate the Cup of Divine Blood.
The Flying Head’s sensitivity to the narrator indicated the presence of divine blood on him.
Threads too fine for the naked eye silently expanded, weaving into a massive spider web, enclosing the area tightly. Sifumo wanted to ensure the narrator could not escape.
However, something puzzled Sifumo slightly; the aura of the narrator seemed off.
Normally, humans tainted by divine blood should have an aura similar to the Flying Head, but this guy’s aura was completely different.
"Try to capture him, but don’t kill him. He might have secrets hidden within him," Sifumo said sternly to everyone.
"That’s right, come and catch me. I’ll play hide and seek with you," the narrator grinned widely, smiling joyfully.
Lin Zheyuan secured Miao Xinyi and his eyes glowed an azure hue as crimson, vein-like fibers spread from his body.
The Demon Hunters of Furong River City displayed extraordinary qualities, each possessing strength approaching or even surpassing Lin Zheyuan, which left him quite provoked.
Therefore, Lin Zheyuan had been undergoing rigorous training lately, advancing his skills by leaps and bounds.
Li Natuo clenched his fists, and with a slight exertion, the shirt on his upper body was torn apart by sturdy muscles. Two additional arms grew on the sides of his shoulders, each holding different weapons.
His ability, called ’Six-armed Asura,’ was one born for battle, allowing him to absorb strength and enhance himself through combat. The more intense the battle, the more beneficial it was for his growth.
The blue-haired beauty manifested Ice Armor on her body, wielding an Ice Longsword in her hand, and with a wave towards the narrator, two menacing ice dragons with wings floated beside her.
Her name was Ye Wen, daughter of the Capital Hunter Association’s president, and her power was controlling ice and snow.
The Wanderer did not attack but kept scanning between Sifumo and the narrator, feeling that Sifumo might be hiding something from them.
Sifumo also launched an attack; invisible threads flew toward the narrator, and Sifumo’s action acted as a signal, prompting everyone prepared to attack.
Li Natuo was the first to charge, his six arms swinging rapidly, and each attack carried a nearly tangible impact.
Ye Wen controlled the two ice dragons, occasionally spitting out icy spikes.
Lin Zheyuan’s veins shot like thin steel needles, constantly pricking at the narrator’s weaker spots.
But the narrator remained unfazed, even smiling.
It wasn’t because he was powerful; in fact, he could only dodge some attacks, while the rest landed on him, leaving him bloodied.
Yet his face still bore an insane grin, leaving the others with no sense of victory.
"La la la la, la la la..." The narrator even began singing!
Finally, Li Natuo punched the narrator in the stomach, ending his vital signs altogether. The commotion attracted other resting superpower users, and by now, the area was surrounded by people.
Sifumo prepared to cut open the narrator’s belly to check if the Cup of Divine Blood was inside him.
But just then, the narrator, already a corpse, suddenly burst into laughter, and his throat bulged as if something was about to emerge from within.
Next, a blob of red, sticky liquid oozed from the narrator’s mouth, darting towards Li Natuo’s face at lightning speed.
Li Natuo seemed dumbfounded, showing no intention of evading as he watched the red liquid approach his face.
A fierce gust blew from the side, striking the red liquid and sending it flying. It hit the ground and quickly disappeared into the nearby sewer.
Osno hurried over, punching hundreds of times at the spot where the liquid vanished, leaving a mess in its wake.
But the pits held no trace of red, making it evident that the thing had escaped.