Edmund possessed the ability to "Control Bullets."
Though his current status was merely [Human], and he couldn’t yet perform advanced techniques like curving bullets or compressing their power, he could adjust their muzzle velocity to some extent.
This ensured the bullet would lodge in the brain without penetrating through—just enough to stop within the brain tissue.
Moreover, these special silver bullets compressed air upon impact, causing a small explosion that instantly spread silver liquid throughout the cranial cavity, achieving a sort of "Brain Purification."
The old man sitting by the campfire showed no reaction.
Thin streams of silver liquid flowed from his nasal cavity, leaving his brain unharmed.
He continued roasting meat and even fed his pet dog, Mili, between bites.
From his hiding spot, Edmund’s face darkened.
At this moment, the old man fully realized that, except for Yi Chen, the seemingly young humans in front of him were not easy to deal with.
He decisively abandoned the idea of fighting the group alone. Ignoring the dagger stuck in his back, his lower limbs sprouted white fur, muscles expanded and strengthened, and he quickly climbed along the top of the passageway. His speed was so fast that it left a blur to the naked eye.
Just as the old man thought he could easily shake off this group of young people—
A light and quick sound of footsteps followed closely behind.
The old man glanced back and saw that the one chasing him was the youth he had deemed the weakest. Yet, this youth’s speed while running was on par with his own.
Not only that, but the woman wielding the dagger was also close behind, not lagging far behind.
"This guy is unexpectedly fast!
Well, if he keeps chasing me at this speed, their formation will break apart... When he’s isolated, I'll kill him directly."
While the old man was thinking about his plan—
A gunshot echoed through the passage, loud enough to almost rupture his eardrums.
Unlike the shot that previously hit the old man's head, this one was aimed at his 'right foot'.
The large-caliber bullet pierced through his foot, shattered his calf bone, and exploded at the knee, leaving his right leg a bloody mess.
His climbing was impeded, and he nearly fell from the ceiling.
His rapid crawling stopped. At that moment, Yi Chen, sprinting at full speed, leaped and aimed a knee strike at the injured old man hanging from the ceiling.
But the old man, ignoring his leg injury, suddenly turned his head and glared with silver-veined eyes.
"You brat! You couldn’t even cut my left hand, yet you insist on chasing me… If you’re so eager to die, become my food!"
His canine-like right arm extended fully, revealing sharp fangs capable of tearing through a body, locked onto the approaching youth.
At the same time, mid-air, Yi Chen gripped his axe with both hands.
Plant roots sprouted from his palms, wrapping around the axe handle, and a faint green energy shimmered between the roots.
The canine arm, coming in for a bite, appeared slowed down in his enhanced vision.
He pinpointed its weakest spot—the thinnest area near the palm-mouth! He mapped out the perfect strike path.
Yi Chen’s spine bent like a bowstring pulled to its limit... then suddenly released!
Channeling the strength of every muscle into his arms, he delivered a powerful aerial strike!
He sliced open the canine mouth!
The blade continued along the arm bone, severing it completely up to the shoulder.
Having executed the perfect strike, Yi Chen positioned himself face-to-face with the old man.
Before the opponent could scream in pain, Yi Chen and the black orb on his shoulder stared directly at him.
A wave of mental force crashed into the old man's consciousness.
Dragging his shattered right leg and severed arm, he fell from the ceiling.
Before he hit the ground, Miss Anna stepped in, mounted his back, and used the dagger lodged there to cut away the layer of skin containing the "Moon Mark" from his neck.
However, when the skin with the Moon Mark was completely removed, the old man’s body convulsed violently. His silver hair fell out, and his silver eyes dimmed.
He was completely dead!
Yi Chen, having landed, crouched beside the corpse, using plant roots to inspect it.
Of course, Yi Chen had another purpose for his inspection—the brain.
Having tasted it before, he didn’t remove it this time. Instead, he controlled the roots to enter the skull and extract the brain fluid directly, akin to drinking coconut water.
As he absorbed it, his eyes gleamed.
Though his intelligence attribute didn’t increase, he received a series of memory images about the 'Old John Theatre' and information on internal "Moonscar" members.