"Buddy." Ashu descended to a certain height and patted Bloodbell on the shoulder. "How old are you?"
"Me? I've lived about a hundred years or so." Bloodbell looked a little puzzled—why ask that all of a sudden?
"But your fighting still looks like that of a fiery young buck."
"Of course! For a Demon like me, a hundred years is just hitting our prime."
Ashu nodded. He had a rough idea now.
Right then and there, he activated Forbidden Sacrifice on Bloodbell. No choice—someone had to be sacrificed in a situation like this. Better him than me. Naturally, using a Demon as the offering was the ideal route.
A terrifying transformation began to unfold on Bloodbell.
His body first began to swell, until it burst through his blood-red armor. Then those domineering, muscular bulges—so full of vitality—started to resemble the gnarled roots of an ancient tree: hard, dense, but gradually aging.
