Black pupils, black hair, draped in a black overcoat.
Xia Feng had only reined in the aura of his divine Half-Dragon identity, leaving his other powers completely unveiled, his hands in his pockets as he stood atop the blood-colored mist, silently overlooking She Pan.
A chill crept into She Pan's heart, his pupils slowly contracting with uncertain apprehension. Was this guy... still alive?!
He quickly scanned his surroundings.
The Nuom-faced man sat quietly on the throne of blood, surrounded by locks and cages constructed by Blood Beasts.
The silver-haired woman stood beside the black-haired man, her Light Form engulfed and roaring in anger within the dense Blood Beast mist.
Unease rose in She Pan's heart, and he instinctively took a step back.
However, remembering the backing of the Bone-faced Evil God, he steadied his spirit slightly, the bone-white snake pupil in his hand opening up.
