Bloodveil had barely shaken off the psychic assault when a wave of searing pain crashed over him. His skin was completely gone, peeled away like scorched paper, and thick, mutated crimson blood seeped from every inch of his exposed flesh.
He looked like hell—literally.
"Fuck it… I'm not going down like this!"
Gritting his teeth, he forced himself to stay upright, channeling every ounce of energy he had left. His unique blood surged outward, wrapping around his body like a living shield.
From the outside, he looked like a grotesque, pulsating blood orb.
Using the brief moment to catch his breath, Bloodveil staggered backward, forcing his way out of the edge of the toxic red mist.
His zombie underlings finally exhaled in relief.
SSS-class The Voidborn Undying—yeah, they're tough bastards. Not easy to kill.
