The Demon Clans Descend Again

After sensing the flicker of displeasure in King's heart, Bishop realized he had misspoken and immediately adjusted his posture, pressing his head even lower as he knelt on both knees.

"Thank you for Your Majesty's forgiveness. Even if it costs me my life, I will complete the task Your Majesty has entrusted to me!"

Upon hearing those words, King's body immediately became like a scarlet whirlwind. After sweeping past the two of them, he vanished from the secret base.

Once the oppressive presence had suddenly dissipated, Bishop finally seemed to be freed. Covered in cold sweat, he began gulping down the fresh air around him.

Although he had long known how powerful his superior, King, was, Bishop had never angered King before, so he had naturally never experienced such terrifying pressure.

But today was different. Because he had said something inappropriate just now, the pressure his opponent had directed at him had nearly robbed him of his senses.

If King had not already died several times and become far more restrained than before, Bishop might already have been killed by him.

"His Majesty's power truly is unfathomable. That worthless Deng Taiya... To think I once considered him the king with the greatest potential."

After thankfully climbing to his feet, Bishop wiped the cold sweat from his brow and panted heavily, his face pale as he looked toward his companion, Rook.

"Rook, just as we discussed, rein in that playful attitude of yours for a while."

Although their strength was evenly matched, Bishop recalled the exhaustion of cleaning up after his companion's messes these past months. He pushed up his glasses in slight displeasure before adding,

"We Fangire built such a powerful intelligence network not so we could cover up your violent behavior every single day."

"Tch, I get it, I