"Th-this..."
The Wilson Patriarch stared at the bodies strewn across the ground, unable to find a word to say.
Then he remembered Black's meaningful expression before he left, and it hit him.
Black must have known the Sanders Family would ambush him on the road!
This was another chance Black had given him to prove his loyalty!
The moment he realized it, the Wilson Patriarch rallied the Family's strongest fighters and rushed to Black's aid through the night.
But who would have thought...
"Haha, Wilson Patriarch, what brings you here? You're a step too late, though. You missed my brother Black cutting loose and killing every last one of these Sanders Family dogs!"
The Wilson Patriarch froze. "Captain Andre, what did you say? Black Lord killed... all of them?!"
His voice trembled.
He was a Demon King, someone who stood far above others. Yet he now addressed Black—formerly Seventh Rank, and now Eighth Order—as "Lord."
He could hardly have been more deferential.
Andre found nothing strange about the Wilson Patriarch's attitude. If anything, it was only right.
He burst out laughing.
"Except for that Demon King—I lent a hand with him—my brother Black killed them all! That's my brother Black!"
The Wilson Patriarch fell silent.
He had thought Black earned the Blood Demon Lord's favor through his wits and climbed the ranks step by step.
But now... Black Lord had not only extraordinary intelligence, but strength like this too?!
An Eighth Order fighter had slain Ninth Tier members of the Demon Race!
And then there was...
The ground covered in bodies.
More than a dozen Eighth Order and Ninth Tier members of the Demon Race lay there, their hearts crushed or their bodies cut in two.
Every strike had been swift, clean, and fatal.
Powerful and utterly ruthless.
The Wilson