111 - Why Is It the Blood Demon’s Fault?

“Boy. Would you like to join the Blood Cult?”

The silver-haired young lady.

No, a monster whose true age could not even be guessed—the Blood Demon (血魔).

At her question, cold sweat once again trickled down Cheon Ryuryeon’s back.

‘The Blood Cult…!’

His vision swam.

Wasn’t it a legendary group with a reputation more horrifying than any unorthodox or demonic faction in the murim?

Moreover, as he had seen earlier, these people had not the slightest compunction about killing.

True fiends who killed people as casually as swatting flies, then drank their blood.

‘Why on earth would such a monster need me?’...