Chapter 817: Blood Ghost King
Max hovered above them, eyes sharp, watching the mass of dark creatures gathering beneath him like a nightmare army. All of them emitted the same black energy—the energy of corruption, of the black fog.
And all of them were staring at him with unblinking, malicious hunger. He was surrounded, caught in the heart of a demonic tide.
Swish!
Max’s heart tightened like a clenched fist. Without wasting even a breath, he shot forward through the swamp, the black fog curling and writhing behind him like a living beast. Every step he took kicked up murky puddles and dead grass, but he didn’t dare stop.
The oppressive atmosphere, the whispers in the air, the chilling presence clinging to his skin—it all screamed danger.
Then suddenly—
"Ahhh!"
A scream tore through the dense fog ahead, raw and filled with despair.
Max’s eyes sharpened as he darted toward the sound, only to stop midair with a cold breath caught in his lungs. A violent spurt of blood erupted like a fountain, and a headless corpse fell before him, hitting the muddy ground with a sickening thud.
Blood soaked the earth, and the stump of the neck still oozed thick red liquid, as if the life hadn’t fully left the body. Max stared, face darkening, his gaze scanning the surrounding fog.