Crack! The first to charge at Baek Su-ryong was a demon, who flew backward with a crushed nose.
For an ordinary person, such a blow would have likely resulted in unconsciousness.
However, the demon immediately flipped in mid-air and landed on the ground.
"Kraaa!" Roaring, the demon charged again.
Baek Su-ryong let out a low growl upon seeing this.
He had encountered a similar demon not long ago.
"It's the Black Blood Demon Art."
A wicked martial art that draws upon the innate energy within the body, gaining power at the cost of one's lifespan, used by Jo Mak-seng before his death.
At a glance, it was clear that their level of mastery was deeper than what Jo Mak-seng had achieved. 'Do they even know the Black Blood Demon Art?' Upon hearing Baek Su-ryong's muttering, So Sal-gwi's eyes widened.
The fact that they had mastered the Black Blood Demon Art was a closely guarded secret.
Among the thirty members of the Blood Cult, only the ten elite warriors present here had learned it.
The others were unaware of its very existence. 'Who on earth is that person!' A cold sweat trickled down So Sal-gwi's back.
The importance of the Great Master Woo or the Golden Dragon Society faded away.