The muscles were like cast iron, knotted and coiled, and the bare skin was branded with burning abyss runes.
He wielded two menacing giant axes the size of door panels, with serrated edges, and the axe blades oozed a dark green viscous substance. His pupils were entirely crimson, like two burning blood-colored stars, filled with chaos, brutality, and destruction.
He merely stood there, his terrifying aura exuding around him, making Jiang
On the other side, a group of barely a hundred, with tattered and blood-stained armor, yet still condensed an unyielding will.
Leading them was a human male with a resolute face and slightly disheveled hair. Through the broken parts of his battle armor, one could see a robust body covered with scars. He held a broken long knife, and his aura had dropped from the Venerable Realm to the Peak of the Tenth Realm, but his eyes were extraordinarily bright, burning with the fighting spirit of a deathmatch.
