Chapitre 768: Demons aren't supposed to be controlled...

The place had never been so quiet but to my surprise, cheers erupted abruptly as the few seconds of shock passed by. Well, to be fair, not the same number of people clapped their hands and shouted at the top of their lungs, but it was still a different sight to see some people rejoice even if they've just lost their own.

To those people, a scratched or a bitten individual who still had a few moments to do good or shine one last time was as worthless as a referee in a WWE match or a lifeguard in a swimming competition.

Granted their last moments were used for entertainment, a sick one, I'd rather cheer for one of my own taking down a regular deadhead in his last moments than see them like that.