Yuan Qiuyuan and Qin Qingque confirmed their opponents were no longer stirring, then breathed a sigh of relief. They looked up at Chen Chuan together.
They saw him walking slowly toward them, Long Blade in hand. The iron-masked head of a man hung from his waist. Wisps of white steam rose from his body. Although he wasn't intentionally releasing his Biological Domain, an invisible, oppressive force emanated from him.
Yuan Qiuyuan swallowed hard and tried to even his breathing. He stared at the head again and again, unable to stop himself from asking, "Captain, is it over?"
Chen Chuan walked up to them and nodded. "It is. But there are still a few loose ends to tie up."
Yuan Qiuyuan walked over, tutting. "That was the Iron Demon. The guys at the garrison pale at the mere mention of him. And that aura just now... whoa, that was intense." He reached out and prodded the head. "Look at him now. We still took care of him."
