Blood Demon Seizes the Master’s Control

"Blood Demon Lord reborn?" Evan Yang felt something off—the more he listened, the stranger it sounded. He sensed an inexplicable force trying to take control of him, and exclaimed in shock, "Control?"

"Not control. I'm entering your body, using you to be reborn as the new Blood Demon Lord. Don't worry, soon your consciousness will be wiped away, and you won't remember anything from before. Rest assured, I'll take good care of your body—it'll belong to the Blood Demon Lord." The old man laughed.

At this moment, Evan felt utterly deceived and raged, "You lied to me."

"I didn't lie. You're cultivating the Blood-Mark Divine Art, which is the Blood Demon Lord's ultimate technique. We've searched for years for a suitable host, but most failed before even starting—either the Blood-Marks were wasted, or they couldn't absorb them at all. But you, not only wasted nothing, you absorbed them perfectly. You're a true talent, and your Blood-Mark Divine Art is nearly complete. It's the perfect opportunity for the Blood Demon Lord's rebirth." The skeletal old man's smile was terrifying.

Evan refused to be controlled any longer—he had to fight back. He leapt upward, trying to escape the Blood Pool, but as soon as he left the bloody surface, a tremendous force pressed him back into the Blood Pool.

"Give up. The moment you entered the Blood Pool, the process began. Unless all the blood here disappears or you die, you're trapped. But dying isn't likely, since you've already absorbed much of the blood here. Now your body is almost beyond your own control." The skeletal steward laughed loudly.

Evan snorted coldly. "Damn it. Just wait—I won't give in so easily."

"Such spirit! But spirit alone won't help you. Just accept the Blood Demon Lord's baptism." The steward laughed again.

Evan had no time to argue. He quickly closed his eyes and checked his body for changes. He saw his blood slowly shifting color—not the usual faint green, but turning red, and the red was deepening.

"Damn it, if I'd known, I never would've learned this Blood-Mark Divine Art," Evan muttered.

“It's useless. You've already learned it—now you must endure it and become my vessel.” A strange, muffled voice echoed in Evan's mind, cold and oppressive.

Evan was stunned—someone had already invaded the depths of his mind. "Who are you? Who is this?"

“Me? I am the Blood Demon Lord, as he called me. Don't be afraid, child. Soon you'll become my vessel. I won't waste your body—when I return to the Chaos World, those arrogant fools will know the Blood Demon Lord is back. Let them tremble as my wrath stains the Chaos in blood!” The muffled voice grew wild and deranged.

"I won't let you control me," Evan said defiantly.

“You do have the guts to defy me, but I'm not merely controlling you—I'm taking over. Soon your consciousness will vanish, and only I will remain in your mind.” The Blood Demon Lord laughed, voice chilling.

"Impossible!" Evan shot back, disbelief and anger in his voice.

“Nothing is impossible. Once all my remaining blood enters your body, you'll understand. The changes will be earth-shattering.” The voice was filled with malicious certainty.

"Keep dreaming," Evan replied angrily, his resolve hardening.

“Don't get excited—it won't help you. Since you chose the Blood-Mark Divine Art, you should be ready to become my vessel.” The Blood Demon Lord's tone was mocking. Evan, of course, refused to accept this. He had so much left to do—how could he let his memories be erased? He would never allow it.

He racked his brain for a way out. The only thing he could influence now was his own blood. If he could drive out the foreign blood or destroy whatever was hidden within it, maybe he could erase the controlling force inside him.

So Evan began to mobilize his own blood and the Heaven-Cold Seed. Sensing Evan's crisis, the Heaven-Cold Seed erupted, releasing a surge of Heaven-Cold qi, and his bloodline began to mutate. Evan's skin slowly shifted from its normal color to green.

Outside, the skeletal steward watched Evan's transformation and muttered suspiciously, "Green? That's impossible. The Blood Demon Lord's technique is supposed to be blood-red!"

The steward felt uneasy, but kept his attention fixed on Evan. Meanwhile, inside Evan's body, the Blood Demon Lord was shocked: "You—you actually possess Flameblood and the Heaven-Cold Seed!"

"That's right. Surprised? Just wait—I'll use them to force your blood out or devour it entirely. Let's see how you plan to control me now." Evan's tone was icy and confident.

The Blood Demon Lord's voice was clearly shaken. Since his blood hadn't fully entered Evan yet, he lacked the leverage to stop Evan or even command the steward outside.

The Blood Demon Lord erupted in rage: "Stop right now!"

"I won't stop! I'll destroy you—don't even think about controlling my body!" Evan growled, driving his blood and Heaven-Cold Seed even harder. Instantly, his entire body turned green.

Under the combined power of his blood and Heaven-Cold qi, all the invading blood in Evan's body was gradually assimilated, transformed into his own blood, and the abilities attached to that blood were steadily weakened.

Realizing the enemy's control was weakening, Evan was overjoyed. "So it really works!"

"Give me back my power! No—you monster! You're even scarier than I am!" The Blood Demon Lord cried out in horror.