Remorse After Breaking Up (Sebastian)

Chapter 488

"Who is Blood Demon? Is he really that formidable?" Sebastian asked.

Cleef's expression turned serious. "He founded the Blood Demon Sect. It was a force that was second to the Four Great Immortal Sects.

"Blood Demon is a supreme powerhouse. He's on par with the elders of the four major families of Phaedra Island.

"Not only that, he practices a dark art that demands that he drink human blood every day. His cruelty is unparalleled, leaving devastation in his wake wherever he goes.

"Over the past decade, he has wiped out at least seven or eight hidden families and showed no mercy to anyone-men, women, or children."

Upon learning of the Blood Demon's presence, everyone recoiled in terror.

The experts from the three major families clustered together as they struggled to control their fear. Family members huddled behind their elders, and some even weighed their chances of fleeing.

Amos nodded respectfully. "Ah, the legendary Blood Demon. I've heard so much about you. Now that I see you in person, your reputation is clearly well-deserved. Even just your presence demands my utmost respect."

"Nice flattery, brat. I like you," Blood Demon said with a sinister smile.

I'm truly honored by your praise," Amos replied with a sycophantic grin. It was in stark contrast

one laughed at him, though. They found it

to life.

flattery. The entire clan could face total annihilation if he felt

"Esteemed Blood Demon, may I

breath, and their

his dry lips. "I was just out for a stroll and ended up here. What's the matter? You all don't seem thrilled to

course not!" Robert quickly responded. "It's an honor to

the others hurriedly

Demon's gaze landed on Amelia. "She looks quite appealing. Come here, and let me

color as fear set in. She hesitated but knew she couldn't refuse, so she slowly

cheek. " Such a tender, sweet face. I like it. We'll

you," she cried, dropping

mask of wrinkles and scars, marred by a deep scar

to strike terror into anyone, and Amelia was no exception. The thought of being in his grasp made

women. Those he set his sights on rarely survived more than three days. They were