C120 End

"So you have the strength of a Martial King? It won't save you—I'll still kill you!"

A vicious glint swept through the Devil Scorpion Cult Master's eyes. He bit his tongue, spitting out a mouthful of his essence and blood, his face growing pale. With a swift motion, he formed a seal with his hands, turning the essence and blood into a complex pattern that diffused into the air.

"Blood traces