The others were in the same state, their clothes still stained with blood.
At this moment, the one being called "Master" was a tall man with a sinister expression.
Hearing this, the tall man glanced at him.
BANG!
The man didn't receive an answer from his master.
Instead, he was met with a heavy kick.
The immense force sent the speaker flying, and he slammed hard against an elliptical support pillar.
"Idiot! I should have just eaten you from the start. Turning you was a waste of my power. Is your pathetic little brain not fully developed? Is that being someone we can possibly stand against?"
The sinister man spat, his face as vicious as an Evil Ghost's.
Seeing this, the surrounding Blood Slaves fell deathly silent, not daring to make a sound.
As for the one who had spoken first, after rolling on the ground and spitting out a few mouthfuls of blood, he scrambled to his knees, prostrating himself humbly, his body trembling uncontrollably.
"I'm sorry, Master!"
