Chapter 235: Whoa, This Guy Is Not Wearing Anything
Demonism.
In the dimly lit grand hall, a terrified disciple ran in, gasping for breath.
"Leader! Bad news! That girl... the one who broke into the old leader's tomb—she's back again! She stole a bunch of Demon Spirit Devices!"
Bang!
Before he finished speaking, one of the massive blood tanks near the altar exploded, spraying dark red blood across the stone floor.
The foul, metallic stench thickened instantly. The air reeked of rot and death.
From within the blood tank, the leader of Demonism emerged.
Naked.
His entire body was wrapped in a horrifying blood-red aura, so thick it coiled into the faint shape of a blood dragon. Its fanged head rested over his chest, snarling—a perfect reflection of the fury burning inside him.
He was livid.
That damn tomb robber dared to return? Again?