Chapter73-The Sinister Blood Blade

The blood-colored throne emanated a faint red glow, casting both of their faces in a ruddy light. 

Crimson Demon sat quietly upon the throne. 

Lucas gazed at the figure before him, seemingly still alive, feeling the familiar oppressive aura. 

His eyes were filled with profound resentment.

No wonder he had sensed the presence of Crimson Demon yet the sacrifice had failed. 

Here lay only the shell of Crimson Demon; even if he had offered his life, it would not have elicited any response.

John, too, was scrutinizing the divine form of Crimson Demon.

Only upon drawing closer did John notice that the wound on Its forehead was not as minor as it appeared. 

The crack, seemingly small, was pulsating with a faint golden light, from which John could sense a heart-thumping formidable power.