Seeing the black ash streaming out of Lu Xiaojie's body, Tang Ye let out a sigh of relief, which meant he hadn't killed the wrong person. If the opponent were a being in the true sense of flesh and blood, he might have to consider not getting tangled up with these strange people crawling out of the human-shaped graffiti any longer.
Looking up into the distance, the endless human crowd once again formed huge waves surging toward Tang Ye. At this time in Xi River City, it wasn't just their flesh-colored bodies; they had grown hair on their heads, starting from small black dots growing increasingly longer, with some having hair lush enough to reach great lengths.
