Shen Yu spat a seed husk onto the volcanic stone, his blood-red eyes narrowing slightly as a sharp, mocking amusement flickered beneath his gaze.
"Five people, you say?" Shen Yu murmured, tossing another seed into his mouth.
"And how do you plan to divide the spoils once the seal breaks?"
The burly brute stepped forward with an ugly grin, a subtle, venomous glint flickering across his eyes.
"Naturally, we split it equally among sacred brethren! Five keys, five equal shares. A secret realm left by ancient demonic seniors surely holds enough harvest to elevate all of us."
Shen Yu's lips curled into a cold, mocking smirk, instantly seeing through the four wolves attempting to lure him into a sacrificial slaughter.
Shen Yu had walked the demonic path longer than these juniors' ancestors had drawn breath.
In his past life, he had witnessed, and orchestrated, every treacherous scheme the blood paths had to offer.
