"De...monic... art..."
The man's lips trembled several times as he tried to speak, but all that came out was a few faint, hissing sounds, like air leaking from a tire.
Two visible torrents of Essence Qi flowed along the masked elder's arms and into his body.
The Essence Qi was a deep, bloody red, so dense it was almost tangible, and it shimmered with a warm yet eerie luster.
After about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the masked elder slowly withdrew his hands.
The two desiccated corpses, no longer supported, slumped limply to the ground, as light as two bundles of dry firewood.
Their faces were unrecognizable, nothing but sallow, parchment-like skin stretched taut against their skulls.
Their hollow eye sockets stared blankly at the sky, mouths agape, as if they were still screaming silently even in death.
'I just need a few more First Grade Martial Artists…'
The masked elder retracted his hands, clasping them behind his back.
