Not far from the Blood Boar Sect, where the dark forests stretched endlessly and the air was thick with the scent of blood and decay, Wei Long moved like a silent specter.
His keen, reptilian eyes flickered with hunger, scanning the dense vegetation for prey.
Tonight was a feast.
A hunt unlike any other.
The beasts of this place were not ordinary.
They were tainted.
Saturated with the Demonic Dao's essence, their bodies pulsed with corrupted power.
And to Wei Long—
They were delicious.
A fresh kill was already beneath his claws.
A Crimson-Horned Blood Serpent, its long, sinuous body still twitching from the aftershocks of death.
Wei Long had pounced with ruthless efficiency, his fangs piercing its thick hide, tearing into its corrupted flesh with a hunger that was both instinctive and calculated.
The moment the demonic qi-infused blood filled his mouth, his body shivered.
A rush of power surged through his veins.
The taste was… intoxicating.
Hot.
Rich.
