A high-tier Blood Demon asked tremblingly, his eyes full of fear.
David didn't answer; he merely raised his hand slowly, conjuring a mass of pitch-black energy in his palm.
The energy seemed capable of devouring all light, even distorting the surrounding air.
"You shouldn't have chased us here." David's voice was deep and ice-cold, like a judgment from Hell.
The high-tier Blood Demons glanced at each other, overwhelmed by an uncontrollable fear.
They had never encountered such immense power; even the Blood Demon Commander had never exerted such pressure on them.
"Run!" one of the Blood Demons shouted as he turned to flee.
However, David was faster.
With a gentle wave, the black energy instantly transformed into numerous fine threads, entwining around the Blood Demons like chains.
No matter how they struggled, they couldn't break the binding force of this power.
"No! Let us go!"
The Blood Demons screamed in terror, but their voices were quickly swallowed by the darkness.
