C162 Blood Demon

The scent of blood, so potent it was nearly tangible, climaxed and materialized before them.

Wisps of blood mist seeped from Hsiao Qi's every orifice, coalescing into a ghastly blood-red visage above his head. Unconscious, Hsiao Qi sat immobilized, his body rigid as stone.

"Heh, who dares release me? I might grant you a dignified end!"

The blood-faced entity swiveled its head