Evening, in the dark corner of the street
The man in the black windbreaker crawled out from the rotten flesh with difficulty, his entire body covered in blood-colored mucus tangled with white strands. Struggling to stand against the wall, his expression twisted and menacing.
"Damn it! Why are there Soul Race people!"
"The Blood God Sect is gone, completely gone! If it weren't for the Blood Demon Rebirth I got from sacrificing to the Blood God before, I would have been dead by now! Damn it! Bastard!"
"Ahhhh..."
The man suddenly collapsed onto the ground, clutching his forehead in pain and gasping self-deprecatingly: "Soul Race, damn Soul Race! The Blood Demon Rebirth can't fully recover me?!"
