"What unorthodox magic is this? How dare you act so boldly here?!" Caelus took two steps forward. His gaze was sharp and aggressive. The sword on his back began to vibrate slightly, as if ready to spring free from its sheath at any moment.

"I am the senior disciple of the Dark Lord, Gray Ghoul." The pale man tossed the burly man’s corpse aside.

"Gray Ghoul? It’s Bloody-Eyed Gray Ghoul?!" Everyone was scared senseless.