Wang Zhong did not answer his words, and the Blood Demon himself, having just been resurrected, still had a confused and chaotic mind, his thoughts drifting to irrelevant matters.
"Qianbian said that Shuigui, Gugu, and Titan were all ordered by the Cult Master to deliberately die at the hands of those brats from the Spirit Hall."
"But why would that be?"
"Does the Cult Master have some new plan?"
"The harvesting of life every million years, the world-destroying plan, it should be about time now. But the Cult Master has not returned, nor has he issued any orders. Should we still proceed?"
"The Left and Right Protectors, no one knows where they've gone. We can't contact them at all now, nor can we ascertain future action plans?"
"Qianbian has been active on the continent since ancient times. She should know quite a bit."
"I contacted her before, and she said she would be here soon after finishing some matters. She should be arriving any time now."
With these chaotic and mixed thoughts swirling in his mind, the Blood Demon's gaze became somewhat lost, and a drowsy expression appeared on his face. Having just been resurrected, his consciousness and mental state were not good. Moreover, it was daytime, and if he could, he truly didn't want to be out and about. He wanted to sleep.
Wang Zhong, who had been observing the Blood Demon's every move and expression with extreme caution, having experienced the terrifying nature of the Human Demon, believed that this Blood Demon before him was no easy adversary.
His muscles tensed, soul power surged, and Wang Zhong was ready to strike at any moment. When he saw the Blood Demon's lost gaze and drowsy expression, his eyes narrowed sharply.
"A trap, or..."
"Whether it's a trap or real, striking first is always the right move!"
"First Spirit Ability, Stab!"
As his soul power surged, colossal spikes, like flashes of lightning, erupted from the ground, piercing the Blood Demon entirely in the blink of an eye.
"Success?"
Looking at the Blood Demon, who resembled a porcupine, Wang Zhong was incredibly surprised. As fellow elders, this Blood Demon seemed to be far weaker.
But what made Wang Zhong's scalp tingle was that the Blood Demon, pierced through like a porcupine by the spikes, maintained a confused and drowsy expression, and looked up at him.
"Brat, are you in such a hurry to die?"
"Hiss, I may not die, but it still hurts!"
His blood-red eyes flared with a crimson light, shooting like two beams towards Wang Zhong's eyes.
Within his sea of consciousness, a world of ice and fire, blood rain suddenly began to fall. It was dense, like fine threads, continuous and unending, as if to dye this icy-fiery sea of consciousness a bloody hue.
Both flames and ice erupted simultaneously. The silk-like blood rain was frozen into shards, and burned to ashes. Not a single drop fell into the sea of consciousness.
"Eh! You're actually alright!"
The Blood Demon's body suddenly dispersed, transforming into countless bats that flew out of the spikes. He then coalesced a few meters in front of Wang Zhong.
His gaze, filled with surprise, continuously scrutinized Wang Zhong. The Blood Demon was very curious about Wang Zhong's performance. His Blood Control had actually had no effect on Wang Zhong!
Blood Control was a method that used blood as a medium and mental power as the primary driver, controlling the opponent's soul and turning them into a slave who completely obeyed him. Under this move, even gods could not resist.
"Because there is no blood, Blood Control can only rely on the most complete mental power to crush. Although the effect will be greatly reduced, how did a little brat of twelve or thirteen years old manage to resist?"
Each age group had a different perception of blood. Infants were pure, youths were passionate, middle-aged were steadfast, and the elderly were withered. As the absolute master of blood, the Blood Demon could judge Wang Zhong's age solely by the sensation of his blood.
"Naturally strong mental power?"
"But that feeling before was wrong. The mental power I injected into his sea of consciousness completely disappeared, without even a chance to struggle."
"There's something wrong with his mental power, or rather, his sea of consciousness is rather unusual."
"An interesting little fellow."
A look of great interest appeared on the Blood Demon's face. Having lived for so long, he often felt a sense of exploration and curiosity when encountering individuals like Wang Zhong who were different from ordinary people.
"You like playing with thorns?"
"What a coincidence, I know that too!"
"Hell's Thorns, Spikes Bloom!"
A slender, pale hand extended from his dark red robe, its fingernails a half-foot long, sharp and terrifying. With a low growl from the Blood Demon, the ground, soaked in blood, began to shake violently.
Swish, swish!
Instantly, black and red spikes surged out from the ground. Houses collapsed, corpses were pulverized, and everything around them vanished. In just a few breaths, an area of nearly a thousand meters was transformed into a hell of spikes.
And all these spikes were made of stone!
With a flick of his arm, shattering all the incoming spikes, Wang Zhong stood in this spike-filled hell, staring intently at the Blood Demon with a strange expression.
"No Martial Soul, no visible Spirit Rings! Hidden like me? But I feel it very clearly, he has no Spirit Power!"
"Without Spirit Power, how could he create such a terrifying spike-filled hell!"
The outstretched hand retracted into the dark red robe, and the Blood Demon looked at Wang Zhong mockingly, explaining as he spoke.
"By your human standards, I should be a dead man!"
"Dead men naturally have no Spirit Power, nor do they have so-called Martial Souls. The method I use is called Domination!"
"Where my blood has stained, that is my territory! Within my territory, whether living or non-living, all must obey my command."
"Do you understand this explanation?"
Wang Zhong's expression grew even more serious and heavy. The Blood Demon's words seemed to be deliberately directed at him, but the problem was that Wang Zhong hadn't spoken a word before!
It felt as if the other party knew what he was thinking.
"Eh, I'm getting more and more interested in you now."
"Before, I could still read the thoughts in your mind. Now I can't read anything. Looking at your expression and gaze, it doesn't seem like you're spacing out."
"Interesting young man, I wonder what your blood tastes like. It should be a very delicious delicacy."
"I am very much looking forward to it."
Licking his lips with a long tongue, the Blood Demon's gaze towards Wang Zhong became increasingly blood-red.
Wang Zhong had seen this kind of gaze on another person, the Human Demon! That guy had stared at him with such greedy, bloodthirsty eyes, treating him like food and fine wine!
"Mind Reading!"
Wang Zhong exhaled a heavy breath, feeling a deep shock and amazement at this fact. Could humans do this? Even gods couldn't, right! Yet this Blood Demon before him could!
Immortality, Domination, Mind Reading, this Blood Demon was far more bizarre and terrifying than the Human Demon. The Human Demon was powerful to the point of being chilling, while the Blood Demon was bizarre to the point of being frightening!
Despite their vast differences, they inexplicably shared a core similarity. Their very existence was to bring fear!