"Blood Bat General... is really dead?!"
Staring at the shriveled old man lying in a pool of blood, the demonic cultivators felt as if they'd been struck by a massive blow, utterly shaken.
The Blood Bat General was one of the most powerful and respected elders in Netherspire Citadel. Even in front of the Demon Emperor, he held considerable status.
His Blood Demon Art allowed him to drain the life force of others to strengthen himself. This sinister and twisted technique made him both feared and revered, his power strange and terrifying.
But none of the demonic cultivators could have imagined that he would fall so easily, lying dead in a pool of his own blood!
"That spear..."
Suddenly, many of them noticed something odd about the spear. The weapon, formed from dense demonic energy, clearly wasn't Timothy's doing.
Which meant...
In an instant, all eyes turned toward the wall where Zalroth had been slammed just moments ago.
