A figure over three meters tall slowly rose inch by inch amidst the spreading smoke and dust...
Until he was level with the handsome man on the sixth stone pillar, facing him from a distance.
His was a perfect physique, as deep and dark as the night.
A multitude of crimson blood vessels, like the roots of some red plant, crisscrossed its surface, outlining dense, intricate, and bizarre patterns resembling both eyes and flowers against the black.
These patterns extended all the way to the sides of his cheeks.
His eyes were pure, silvery white.
Meters-long black hair floated silently around him, like a decaying cloak or quietly burning black flames.
Lu Yuan hovered in mid-air, the air around him warping and distorting in large swaths.
Unlike the innate nobility exuded by the King of Ancient Brent,
at this moment, he was bewitchingly sinister, radiating an indescribable demonic aura.
