The old man's calm demeanor vanished.
Killing intent erupted from his body without warning.
The barren land trembled beneath him.
The air itself seemed to freeze as an invisible pressure spread in every direction. Even the three enormous formations before him flickered under the oppressive aura.
Just the thought of the Blackblood Clan rising again was enough to ignite the hatred buried deep within his heart.
Blackblood.
The name alone stirred memories he had spent countless years trying to bury.
Rage.
Hatred.
Vengeance.
And beneath all of those emotions was something he would never willingly admit.
Fear.
The old man's fingers slowly tightened into fists.
He had believed the Blackblood Clan was finished.
Not merely defeated.
Eradicated.
