Chapter 362: The Tide Turns

"Demon Sect Blood Hand..." The instant those four words hit their ears, a chill crawled through the crowd. Skin prickled. Breath caught. "Whoosh!" A surging shockwave howled outward. The man's battle armor flared and shifted, metal clanging as if something inside it had awakened. If his face had been forgettable at first, it was not anymore. An extraordinary, crushing authority settled over his features, as though he had finally bothered to reveal what he was. Alfred Seywell clenched his fists...