At this moment, the melting old assassin suddenly raised his head.
In that instant, a strong premonition of death overwhelmed his heart. It felt like wearing thin clothes as a chilling wind surged with a storm approaching.
He looked up in the direction the crisis came from and saw an incomparably divine and magnificent stag.
It was none other than—Aiwass.
His appearance was just like Aiwass, only more imposing and solemn. There were a few black-gold patterns on his face, resembling a primitive sacrifice.
He was draped in the black robe of a Cardinal Archbishop, and his bulging muscles filled the loose black robe, making it look like a tight-fitting garment.
On his head were enormous antlers. One of the antlers was mighty like a long halberd, while the other seemed previously severed, smaller by more than half. These antlers radiated a gentle shine like mutton-fat jade, with faint black-gold auspicious cloud patterns visible.
