The War God Spirit looked at the person who suddenly appeared and blocked his attack. 'Red skin?' was the first thing he noticed about the newcomer, followed by how odd the person's life energy was. It was as vibrant as some of the best body refiners, but this evil and twisted sensation was on top.
"Brother," said the Puppet Demon. "I'm glad you're here."
"I couldn't possibly let you die in vain, could I?"
"The Flesh Demon," Dulgun said. "There were rumors you two were related; it seems that it's true."
"You've crossed the line," said the Flesh Demon, his black clothes perfectly fitting his well-toned muscles. He was a handsome middle-aged man despite his odd red skin, but there was this evil aura around him that instantly made people weary of him.
