Chapter 387: Blaming the Flood on Someone Else

"Inside the Five Saints' Evil Prison, there are five Sacred Demons with terrifying strength..." Human Butcher Joel Sanum spoke slowly, each word bitten off like a nail hammered in. His gaze stayed locked on Benson Santee, unblinking. Sacred Demons? Benson Santee's eyes narrowed a fraction, surprise flickering through him before it vanished. His face remained calm as he said, "Go on." Joel Sanum grew even more suspicious. Did this man truly not know, or was he pretending? He did not dare press...