"Oh?" The tall man slowly turned around, revealing the rugged face of a middle-aged man beneath the hood.
"The Mortal World is never short of meddlesome people, if so..."
Ink-blue, indescribable energy enveloped the man, and the veins on the hand exposed outside his cloak bulged, each finger extending out stark white and sharp. A force as vast as the sea filled his palm.
Just as he was about to flip his hand, a fleeting image of three fox tails flashed before his eyes.
The man's face froze momentarily, the wind in the alley grew fierce, lifting his cloak, allowing Baili An to finally see his entire face clearly.
This man was bald, but on his head were scales resembling those of a Black Flood Dragon, glimmering coldly in the daylight.
This person's appearance was definitely not that of an ordinary mortal.
Yet, Baili An could not sense even a hint of demonic power from him.
Neither human nor demon, harvesting the essence of a mortal body to form an egg...
