The person on the other end of the phone should have said something like "I will compensate you for your losses," but instead, he was even more assertive.
After a chillingly sinister laugh, the man said, "Of course it won't just be let go like this! The taste of blood is thrilling; I want to drink your blood!"
Wuweizi flinched, as if someone had already sunk their teeth into his veins, draining his blood. His face turned pale.
"Our Blood Devil Sect has no grievances with your Skull Fortress, yet you dare to come and kill! Even if it means fighting to the death, we'll settle this with you!" Wuweizi shouted in both fear and fury, his voice trembling.
After all, he knew that the Eight Immortals Hall and Jiuyang Hall were enemies of Skull Fortress; it was why he dared to say such a thing.
In other words, Wuweizi was planning to ally himself with the Eight Immortals Hall or Jiuyang Hall.
