"Crack... crack... crack..."
A series of crisp sounds emanated from Mr. Su Bai's skin. Indeed, these were the sounds of the skin, or rather, a re-differentiation happening within the cells. Mr. Su Bai simply closed his eyes, motionless.
At this moment, despite his terrifying appearance with a ghastly green face and sharp fangs, as bodies constantly got dragged into the vortex around him and turned into ashes upon contact, he seemed like the true master of this hellish domain, holding power over life and death.
Mr. Su Bai wasn't a morally scrupulous guardian; in fact, such people were rare among the audience. Indeed, those who loved everything from heaven to earth to air would probably have become fertilizer during their experiencer phase. Even the Monk, when faced with situations, employed shockingly flexible tactics; at least initially, the Monk had intended to retrieve something from a fox's belly for his own use.
