After clawing it to the ground, the black cat would walk away nonchalantly, waiting for its target to struggle back up before launching another attack.
Cats, truly a species of utmost cruelty.
The shadow struggled out of the garbage bin, stumbling back to the deserted street, an unprecedented desolation engulfing it at this moment.
As the "Demon King," its reputation was known far and wide; wherever it went, despair would destroy everyone. Yet now, there were not many opponents left for it.
After suffering a shameful defeat against the stray cats, its current capable opponents might only be left to mice and insects.
However, the former's souls disgusted it; even it did not want to devour the souls of mice, as it was the last pride of a strong being. The souls of insects were extremely weak, and it struggled to imagine how many insect souls it would have to devour to return to a state capable of hunting humans.
Is this the end?
No, this would never be its ending.
