I Came Out of the Bloodmist Abyss, and You Made Me Your Meat Shield

“Dad…”

A thick, bloody mist filled the air, so oppressive it was hard to breathe.

Even more suffocating was Shen Yan’s repeated, heart-wrenching cries.

His father, Shen Mo, was clearly right there, standing at the center of the Altar of Despair, yet he wouldn’t turn around.

That tall, powerful figure was no longer a mountain Shen Yan could lean on. He was like a terrifying stranger who only looked familiar.

A demonic priest wielding a ghost-head banner appeared behind Shen Mo, whipping up a cloud of blood mist. Countless skulls roared within it and lunged at Shen Yan.

A flash of light burst from the Altar of Despair and struck Shen Yan.

He was blasted out of the Blood Mist Abyss. When he woke, he found a breathtakingly beautiful woman standing before him.

“Little chubby, are you a demon?”

“Why are you so perverted?!”

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