As dusk fell, Ningtuo's delicate body curled up, her excessively pale hands clenching the chains tightly.
"Husband..."
Suddenly, she opened her eyes, her forehead drenched in a cold sweat.
She looked at the blood sphere nearby, a faint hint of loss flashing across her eyes.
He had left.
Suddenly, ripples undulated through the space.
A blood-red figure appeared, coalescing into a man: "Ningtuo, how did you get mixed up with the Blood Demon?"
The man also wore a black robe, preventing anyone from seeing his face clear.
He was one of the North Demons Thirteen, known as He Wu.
"He is not the Blood Demon." Ningtuo stated seriously.
"All the Venerables in the North have identified him as the Blood Demon, so that's what he is!" He Wu declared.
As part of the North Demons Thirteen, they treated the Blood Demon's affairs indifferently, unlike other Venerables.
After all, the disaster caused by the Blood Demon was something that wouldn't happen for many centuries to come.