152: C152 goblin

C152 goblin

And on the stone bed, looking carefully, when the demonic energy inside the cave slowly dissipated, the scene inside the cave was completely reflected in Ye Xuan's eyes. Ye Xuan's pupils suddenly contracted, his mouth opened wide, his face instantly turned pale white, and he froze.0

In the middle of the cave, on top of a pile of bone beds made from piles of bones, a young man around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old was quietly lying on the bed.

His eyes, however, were filled with the vicissitudes of life, and he had a head of bright silver hair. It was as if he had gone through thousands of cycles of reincarnation, and had seen the vicissitudes of life.

The man was handsome and elegant, with a head of bright silver hair that seemed more like a man's symbol.

What shocked Ye Xuan the most was a domineering aura that pressured him to the point that he could not even breathe.

"He's not a dead man?" Ye Xuan tried his best to retreat, as he wanted to escape from this place. At the same time, he made a guess.

Who is he? Why would he sleep here?

From the man's body, one could not sense any devil aura, nor could they sense any fluctuations from spiritual power. It was as if he was an ordinary person that could not be compared to ordinary people.

However, Ye Xuan would definitely not treat him as an ordinary person, moreover, a great danger had simultaneously risen in his heart.

He had originally planned to use the Demonic Wings of Gods to escape as soon as possible if anything strange happened, but the appearance of the silver-haired man had completely disrupted his plans.

Under the suppression of the silver-haired man, not to mention using the Demonic Wings of Gods, even walking was like being stuck in a swamp, making it difficult for him to even move a single step.

Roar!

Just then, an earth-shaking roar came from outside the passage, causing Ye Xuan's scalp to go numb and his face turned pale.

The demonic energy in the tunnel was suddenly sucked out like a demon. In the blink of an eye, it had been sucked dry.

Without the obstruction of the demon qi, Ye Xuan clearly saw the scene outside the passage, and his head felt like it was going to explode. An extreme fear surfaced in his mind, and all the hair on his body stood up.

Outside the tunnel, a tall, demonic shadow was standing in mid-air with its right eye closed. Half of its head, along with its left eye, was already shattered.

The other half of his head was perfectly fine, with blood-red hair that reached his waist, and one could almost see white brain matter smeared on it.

The remaining one glance, two ears, one nose, and one mouth looked perfect if they weren't stained with traces of blood and brain matter. If this person wasn't missing half a head, he would be considered a peerlessly beautiful man.

The torn clothes on his body were covered in blood, and his original color could no longer be seen.

But what made Ye Xuan feel fear and shock the most was that there were actually a few pairs of wings on the man's back. Those were the symbols of the The Age of Demons and Gods's gods and angels that were recorded in ancient records!

The man with the missing head had two pure white wings on his left, while the one on his right was actually a grayish-black wing. The color of the two wings was actually different!

Fiendgods! A true Fiendgod!

In that instant, these two words appeared in Ye Xuan's mind.

Only the legendary gods and devils would have wings, but the one in front of him was a mutated one.

According to the Elder Ling, the demons in the The Age of Demons and Gods had wings of different colors, and the number of wings they had was also a symbol of their own strength.

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