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The sound of crackling echoed through the air, as the blood mist enveloped the mountain of corpses, pressing down on the Nekomata's limbs, creating a noise like bamboo shoots falling into a pot. The Nekomata's entire body bristled with its dark blue fur, standing on end like steel needles.
Its pupils began to dim gradually. At this moment, a faint bloodstain was visible around its neck. The greatest feature of the Zhan Xian Fei Dao was its extreme sharpness, a thing that even the Sages of Ancient Times feared. What chance did this beast have?
The moment the incense and golden body shattered, its death was sealed.
Suddenly, the mountain of corpses collapsed, crushing the Nekomata into a mushy mass, its large cat head rolling onto the ground. Yet, in a hidden corner, a short, fluffy cat tail seemed to possess a will of its own, burrowing into the soil and escaping swiftly.
With a soft thud, Zuo Ci's footstep lightly touched the ground, causing the entire surface to become smooth and gleaming with a metallic sheen.
Creaking sounds filled the air as that half-buried cat tail attempting to escape with Doton was suddenly immobilized as if under a binding spell.
This was the severed tail's plea. It was an Innate Divine Ability of Cat Demons. In Eastern Japan, tanuki and foxes also possessed such skills.
Zuo Ci slightly opened his palm, and with a soft sound, that bloodied and blurred dark blue severed tail broke through the earth, flopping in his hand like a carp trying to escape.
"Chinese Person," came the weak voice from the severed tail of the Cat Demon. "I admit you are powerful! If you kill me, be prepared for endless pursuit from the Great Eastern Empire! I am one of their symbols!"
"Oh!"
Zuo Ci waved his hand.
With a crack, the domain shattered.
The surrounding environment returned to reality once more.
Outside the office, Black Cripple was greeting the Old Inspector, who had come to handle the corpse.
A body dressed in black tactical gear, short and stout, was covered with a white cloth and laid on a stretcher.
Beside the Old Inspector stood a middle-aged man in a black trench coat, his bronze skin slightly wrinkled in concern.
"Over here, Mr. Fang!"
Black Cripple almost misspoke, prompting Zuo Ci to wave again.
Zuo Ci's palm clutched a segment of a cat's tail, purple-black blood dripping continuously from the gaps between his fingers, causing him to frown.
What were the people from the Thirteenth Division doing here?
"Let me introduce you; this is Wu Ji Inspector, the leader of the Tongcheng Investigation Team."
Black Cripple wanted to continue introducing but was interrupted by the man.
"Thirteenth Division, Chen Mo!" The man extended his bronze-skinned hand toward Zuo Ci.
Was this a test?
Zuo Ci glanced at the man curiously; with such a massive build, he must be one of those physical cultivators.
Thinking of this, Zuo Ci smiled and replied, "Pleasure to meet you," extending his hand stained with Nekomata blood to shake Chen Mo's hand.
Creak!
Chen Mo's expression remained impassive, yet he exerted strength in his grip.
Zuo Ci's hand appeared delicate and frail, while Chen Mo's palm was as rugged as a fan.
Black Cripple felt a bead of sweat trickle down his back.
Zuo Ci's slender, fair hand was squeezed tightly by the other party, producing a sound of cracking bones and sending a slight sting through him.
Zuo Ci frowned. "It seems that Director Chen Mo has some opinions about Fang Mou?"
Director Chen Mo was the head of the Execution Department, and all Special Inspectors of the Thirteenth Division were under his command.
Old Inspector Wu Ji seemed to hint at this man's identity, smiling knowingly.
Chen Mo cast a cold glance at Old Inspector Wu.
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