"Serafe Sorrido! How dare you betray the Immortal Council?!"
The old Prince of the Zankara clan leaned on his blood crystal staff, his eyes dizzy.
The molten lava pool before him made the Zankara Prince's long, straight hair curl slightly.
He tried to use necromantic magic to cool down, but the magic power within him couldn't even break through the surface of his skin, only bringing throbbing pain to his temples.
"Immortal Council, you really have an audacious claim. Even the Eternal Master Lilith doesn't dare to call herself eternal, yet you dare to claim immortality?" Serafe squinted, his tone extremely displeased, "You juniors are truly outrageous."
Serafe wasn't speaking randomly when he called them juniors.
Roughly five hundred to two hundred years ago, the entire upper echelon of the Blood and Flesh Royal Court underwent a change of blood.
It wasn't a mere personnel change but a literal change of blood.
