Inside the grand hall of the Blood Demon Sect, the dim light spread like thick, viscous ink. A few lonely lamps flickered in the gloom, emitting a faint buzz as if trembling before an impending storm.
Yu Dehao, the Sect Master of the Blood Demon Sect, stood ramrod straight in the center of the hall, his entire body seemingly wrapped in an invisible layer of haze. His chiseled, stern face bore a deep, furrowed brow shaped like the Chinese character for "river," and his eyes flashed with a sinister, anxious light, resembling a hawk circling low in the sky before a tempest.
Yu Dehao took a deep breath, trying to forcefully suppress the boiling surge of unease and fury in his heart. Yet that violent emotion was like a colossal beast sealed beneath the deep sea; though temporarily suppressed, it still rampaged blindly within his chest, leaving his vital organs in utter turmoil.
Chapter 816