In Ryan Bennett's eyes, Logan even stood silently in the sea of fire for several seconds, as if the sizzling of burning flesh wasn't happening to him at all. Then, his gaze finally locked onto Thornton's figure.

Logan suddenly raised his left hand. It could be seen that his left hand had only four fingers—his pinky was already severed. He grabbed his own left ring finger, pulled it off directly, and then drew back with force, his whole body tensed like a drawn bow, muttering under his breath.

In an instant, faint, deathly black mist gathered around, forming strange patterns and designs that circled the severed finger, constantly appearing and vanishing, looking extremely eerie.

Then, Logan hurled the finger forward with force.

That finger shot out like lightning, almost as if it teleported, piercing straight through Thornton's forehead! The illusions swirling around the severed finger turned into black mist again, which then condensed into a twisted, maniacally grinning face before slowly dissipating.

Thornton's whole body shuddered, disbelief flashing in his eyes. His gaze rolled upward with effort, seeing the bent finger embedded in his forehead. His pupils finally faded, his body slumped to the ground, and he breathed his last.

After Thornton died, his body faded, transforming into a mass of 0s and 1s, then slowly disappeared, leaving behind a blood-red key.

Logan walked over step by step. After leaving the sea of fire, the flames on his body quickly extinguished, but his wounds were still bleeding. However, Logan's steps were steady, showing no sign of someone gravely injured.

After picking up the blood-red key, he took out a bottle of pale red potion, tilted his head back and drank it, then stood still with his eyes closed, as if resting.

The scene was silent, with only the sound of the tide rising and falling, and the crackling from the burning area. Ryan Bennett didn't even dare to breathe, wishing he could sew his own mouth shut. But just then, he suddenly heard a faint sound behind him.

The noise startled Ryan Bennett into turning around abruptly, and he despairingly discovered that the sound came from the female corpse he had checked earlier. The corpse's hand was now groping for something unconsciously, and some muffled moans escaped her lips. At this, Ryan Bennett's heart tightened. Scanning the surroundings, he noticed a discarded mini syringe nearby.

Clearly, when this woman crawled in, she realized things were dire and had already injected herself with an emergency rescue shot. Now, after battling death for so long, the effects of the shot were finally starting to win out!

Of course, this was also due to Ryan Bennett's lack of experience. When someone is gravely injured and unconscious, their breathing, blood pressure, and pulse can all slow to a certain degree. Once they recover a bit, these signs gradually return. So, just checking for breath and declaring her dead was far too hasty.

Seeing the wounded woman making more and more noise, the muscles on Ryan Bennett's face twitched uncontrollably. He took a deep breath, instantly calming himself, crawled over to the woman, pinned her down, and covered her mouth.

But things didn't go as planned. Even with her mouth covered, the gravely injured woman, in her semi-conscious state, began to struggle instinctively, trying to make a series of muffled sounds. At this rate, it was only a matter of time before they were discovered.

Faced with this harsh reality, Ryan Bennett pressed his lips tightly together, his gaze suddenly turning cold. He drove the fruit knife in his right hand straight in, cruelly sliding it through the gap between her ribs and into her heart, all while keeping her mouth covered with his left hand!

The stabbed woman convulsed violently, thrashing like a shrimp out of water, but Ryan Bennett held her down firmly. After a few seconds of stiffness, her body gradually relaxed and finally went still.

Ryan Bennett was now drenched in sweat, his vision darkening, even feeling faint.

A few minutes later, Logan finally exhaled a blood-colored mist. His transformation quietly ended, and he reverted to that burly black man with a scar on his chest. Somehow, with a flick of his wrist, a tracksuit appeared in his hand. He quickly changed into it, pulled up the hood, walked over to the silvery-white box, picked it up, and disappeared swiftly into the night.

Such was the outcome of this battle!

Looking at the warehouse below, set ablaze by incendiary bombs and turning the whole night sky red, Ryan Bennett knew he couldn't wait any longer. A fire like this could be seen from dozens of kilometers away at night—someone had probably already called the fire department.

He gritted his teeth and whispered into the dead woman's ear:

"Sorry, if you don't die, then I will!"