A male corpse floated up from within the coffin, grasped in Bai Yan's hand.
This was the corpse of a middle-aged man with a resolute expression, soaring eyebrows, a hooked nose, thin lips tightly pressed together, eyes firmly shut, and a patch of golden hair, exuding an overwhelming presence.
What astounded onlookers most was the clarity with which they could visualize his features, yet they couldn't form a lasting impression of his face in their minds, as if they had never encountered him before – with each glance feeling like the first time they saw him!
Such was the extraordinary might of a Divine Level Life Form; the souls and eyes of the mundane were unworthy of remembering the divine visage!
Clothed in a black and red medieval gentleman's attire, Cain's strong build was nothing short of the golden ratio, perfectly splendid.
His hands were folded across his chest, both above an empty void.
