These Witch Demons, after suffering fatal blows, couldn't even escape their fate of soul dissolution and naturally had no chance of revealing Lis's actions to others.
Meanwhile, in this mist filled with eerie and deathly aura, the Witch Demons' figures continued to appear like phantoms, increasing in numbers.
The Witch Demons that Lis hunted were only a small part compared to the massive gathering within the mist.
Therefore, Lis's actions on the battlefield did not attract attention from others.
He still remained unnoticed like a ghost hidden in the darkness.
Thus, Lis moved freely like a cold hunter across the battlefield.
His gaze was as sharp as a falcon, tightly locked on those Witch Demons.
Once a suitable target was found, he charged like an arrow off the string, continuously hunting.
Every attack carried an air of sharpness and decisive determination.
The Witch Demons fell before him, turning to dust.
