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Silence.

That was all lingered in the air after the Demonic Beast Cultivator had been turned into mush like this.

Everyone looked at me with strange looks that also had a trace of fear in them.

But that wasn't strange since I had just killed the Demonic Beast Cultivator by completely melting him. If that wasn't worthy of being feared, then it was hard to say what was worthy of being feared.

Still, I didn't mind as I just stood up and turned to look at the spirit beasts that were still vomiting out the black liquid.

I had sprayed them earlier with the spray bottle and they had been voiding themselves of this dark energy the entire time.

As I looked at them, I realized that I had made a mistake.

There might still be other spirit beasts that had been affected by the Demonic Beast Cultivator that were out there like the bears. I should have gotten that information out of the Demonic Beast Cultivator before killing him…