Golden faced, speechless, a pair of red eyes flickered like flowing fire in the dark night. A stature nine zhang high, every inch of muscle coiled like a dragon, the joints sharply defined, the tips of the fingers and claws like fangs, capable of grasping ten wild bulls with a single palm.
Between the fingers and claws, a dull crimson residue lingered, it was unclear whether it was stained or naturally so.
A sweeping aura of slaughter enveloped the area, causing Xie Yunnan's hair to wildly flutter. She squinted slightly and, subconsciously, she stepped back twice, her anxiety subsiding gradually after a few moments.
Chi Venerable, a god of slaughter who had maintained divine skills for eight hundred years.
"Where is the devil?"
A chilly bone-piercing divine sense surged into her ears.
