Davis looked around as he panned his cold gaze filled with hostile intent that said if anyone were to make a move, they would undoubtedly die like Grand Elder Valerian and the sixteen others. His face and hands that were covered in blood also seemed to give him a terrifying look as though he were the reaper in various legends.
If some stranger had laid their eyes over him the first time in their lives at this moment, they would unquestionably think that he was from the wicked path!
Nevertheless, the blood that covered Davis's face wasn't fake but real.
It wasn't an illusion as Davis understood that it wouldn't be able to deceive the likes of these experts and powerhouses after a moment, but it wasn't his blood either. He collected blood from Shirley's spatial ring that possessed the people she killed for offending her, their bodies still intact.
