The Mad Blood Tyrant couldn’t help but be perplexed. Something had gone awry. Suho had burst through the cursed fog and was brutally hacking at his body.2

“H-how can this be?!” The Tyrant screamed in agony and staggered from side to side. Suho’s movements were truly dizzying.1

The Tyrant narrowly dodged an attack. A moment later and it would have been his neck, not his shoulder, to have been sliced.4

But there was something that disconcerted him even more. “Why isn’t the mad blood poison working?!” he bellowed.1

When used in small doses, the poison amplified strength at the cost of greater pain. But when the Tyrant directly induced a frenzy as he was doing now, it was nothing short of execution by fire. The blood within the victim would boil in an instant, turning them into a charred husk.0

The curse was brutal. Because its medium was the blood flowing through one’s body, it guaranteed absolute, inescapable destruction.0

But why?! “How are you still unscathed?!” No, Suho was more than unscathed—he was bursting with energy. The Mad Blood Tyrant roared in fury as he resisted the onslaught. “Is this what sets a true demon noble apart?!”1

At that remark, someone far away narrowed their eyes.0

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