Just as the cultists were slowly discussing.
Karut suddenly trembled all over, lines of blood streaks covered his entire body.
Seeing this scene, all the cultists surrounding him stepped back instantly, leaving a large space.
At this moment, beside the bonfire, except for Karut, there was only another figure shrouded in a black robe standing still.
The others were all vigilantly observing from the periphery.
As the bloodstains spread, a pair of great and sharp horns grew from Karut's head.
A long, bloody tongue licked its own cheek, and a bloody and sulfury scent spread out.
Staring with a pair of orange-yellow vertical pupils, the eye of the demon looked at everyone present.
Everyone took a slight step back.
The pressure from those eyes left people a bit terrified.
They could feel that the being suddenly possessing Karut was a powerful existence.
It was very likely the Evil God Karut worshipped.
