Shen Ye pulled out a complete soul crystal from the mountain of garbage, and three knives were instantly pressed against his waist - a middle-level predator who specialized in killing the souls of the lower-level. But they don't know that Shen Ye dreams about the future every night. He had died thirty times in his dreams during the hunt before him. The pain of the long knife piercing his heart was still burning in his nerves, but he remembered everyone's flaws. The light of the knife lit up, and Shen Ye stabbed the throat of the person at the front with his backhand, his movements as precise as a rehearsal. Blood splattered on their faces, and the remaining two people were stunned. He picked up the knife and approached step by step: "How many souls have you harvested? Come back now." Tonight, for the first time, the scavengers in Yuan City saw a counterattack. But Shen Ye knew that this was just the beginning. In the dream, he saw himself standing in the sky, with a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood at his feet - the dead strong men were crawling out of the pool of blood and waiting for him.
