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.

replied with a

laughed at him, though. They found

these reclusive families, Blood Demon was like a nightmare come to life. Survival was paramount, and if that meant

couldn't be satisfied with mere flattery. The entire clan could face

him. "Esteemed Blood Demon, may I know what brings you to our humble

breath, and their eyes fixed on Blood

was just out for a stroll and ended up here. What's the matter?

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

the others hurriedly

Amelia. "She looks quite appealing. Come here, and

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

immediately pulled her into his embrace. He then pinched her cheek. " Such a tender, sweet face. I like it. We'll find a nice spot later where I can truly enjoy

me, sir. I beg you," she cried, dropping to her knees and sobbing

was a grotesque mask of wrinkles and scars, marred by a deep scar running from

was no exception. The thought of being in

he set his sights