Kou Beiyue did not recognize the man, but the moment the man's figure was reflected in his pupils, his body trembled for no reason, as if he were being suppressed by something terrifying.
Fear exploded in his heart. Bewitching Demon's danger-warning ability had activated; his adrenaline surged, and his pupils rapidly dilated!
"Are you Kou Beiyue?" The middle-aged man approached slowly.
"Who are you?"
As if facing a formidable enemy, Kou Beiyue reached into his Inventory and drew a twenty-centimeter dagger, its blade covered in twisted incantations.
This was one of the rewards he had obtained for clearing the Slaughter Dungeon. It was called the Demon Blade—peerlessly sharp, with armor-piercing and bleeding effects. The incantations engraved on its blade could interfere with an enemy's mind, causing visual and auditory hallucinations.
Furthermore, the Demon Blade could enhance its wielder's speed and agility, improving their close-combat abilities.
Beyond these basic functions, the Demon Blade also possessed an item skill—Blood Reservoir.
Only Bewitching Demons could use this skill. It stored the essence blood obtained from slain targets, then returned it to its master at a critical moment, triggering the master's passive Bloodthirsty Frenzy. It was an extremely useful life-or-death skill.
After all, when facing a powerful enemy, they might not give you the chance to kill someone and trigger Bloodthirsty Frenzy.
"As a Bewitching Demon from the south and an independent cultivator, it's normal that you don't know me. But you should have heard of my name."
The middle-aged man stopped several meters away rather than continuing to approach. A cold voice came from beneath his mask.
"Lord of Weapons Cult, Lust Divine General!"
As his words fell, scarlet bloodlight ignited in his pupils, and two twisted crimson incantations appeared.
Lust Divine General? A peak Saint Realm Walker—one, one rank higher than even