Chapter 515: The Prime Minister with White Hair Grips His Sword

"Get away from us, all of you, now!"

Seeing the ten or so people's blood show a ghostly black color, everyone's faces changed abruptly, and while retreating to keep distance, they couldn't help but scold them loudly.

Those who used to get along with these people, though their hearts were heavy with reluctance, dared not say anything to dissuade them.

After all, who could guarantee that if they went over to talk and then stood beside these people to vouch for them, they wouldn't suddenly turn into demons and attack them?

And some, presumably having brothers killed by those who had unexpectedly transformed into demon minions, now seeing so many hidden demons among the crowd, were all red-eyed and couldn't help wanting to strike out at them.

"You lot might as well just go and die now, to avoid bringing disaster upon others!"