He suddenly lifted his head, and before his eyes, there was no longer any other scenery or people.
The little fox demon close by had already vanished, leaving only the scarlet blood moon in his view.
Baili An pressed his palm against his chest, showing no sign of panic.
He stood upright calmly, closing his eyes.
When he opened them again, the blood-red hue in his pupils spread, occupying the entire eyepiece.
As if having activated a certain true vision, a silhouette gradually became clear within the blood moon.
Blood-red king's robe, gleaming silver armor, pitch-black and slightly curled long hair like the night, on the exquisite face pale as a painting, lines of breathtaking beauty were outlined, the features vividly defined by intense color.
Especially the lips, almost like painted with fresh blood, scarlet and slender, possessing sharp edges.
She was imposingly graceful, demonically beautiful, making it hard for one to look away from her.
