He landed beside Malachi Arcanus, frowning as he looked at Harlan Corbin, who was already dead on the ground. "Why didn't you leave him alive?"
Malachi shook the blood off his claws, looking a bit innocent. "That bastard tried to run, I couldn't hold back my strength."
Rhys Blackwood shifted back to human form, his face cold as he walked over. "Dead is dead. Just a sixth-rank beastman, hardly anything special."
As he spoke, he lifted his foot and stomped on Harlan's head, giving it a hard twist—a crisp crack sounded and that finished him off for good.
Once he was sure the guy was dead, he finally lifted his foot away.
Corbin Crowley: "..."
No need to go so overboard.
Kian Sterling and Zeke Veridian hurried over after hearing the commotion. Seeing Harlan's body, they instantly understood what had happened.
"Beastman of the Winged Tiger Tribe?"
Kian didn't know exactly who it was, but the tiger stripes on his arm were too distinctive.
