Kreis's smile froze, then twisted into shock and fury. He pointed at Black.
"You... you dared kill him?!"
Black slowly turned his head. For the first time, his gaze settled on Kreis, so calm it sent a chill down his spine.
"A noisy fly. I swatted him. That's all."
He did not raise his voice, yet everyone heard him clearly.
"What? Have a problem with that?"
He stepped forward. His aura remained restrained, but a terrifying baleful aura erupted from him like a mountain of corpses rising from a sea of blood. It crashed against Kreis's mind like an invisible wave!
"If you do, step forward."
"I'll send you to join him."
Those icy words, his swift killing of Seth, and that almost tangible baleful aura drained all color from the face of the once-arrogant Kreis.
He instinctively retreated half a step. His throat bobbed, but he could not force out a single word!
He felt the threat of death!
A threat he could not mistake!
This seemingly ordinary man could kill him with ease!
The Demon Race members in the Blood Demon Faction who had attached themselves to Kreis fell silent as well. They looked at Black in terror.
Across from them, Estelle's beautiful eyes gleamed. She licked her red lips and murmured,
"What a domineering young man. I like him..."
Within the Undead Demon God Faction, Arthas's gaze shifted beneath his helmet. His grip tightened on his spear. He sensed a kindred spirit.
The two Demon Kings overseeing the area, the Blood Blade Demon King and the Fresh Blood Queen, also looked surprised before their expressions turned intrigued.
Andre watched the scene and praised Black inwardly.
Good lad! Simple, brutal, effective. No one will mistake him for an easy target now!
With his strength alone, Black had