Boom! When Roy landed on the ground and shook it slightly, War raised his head and looked at Roy.
Under the shadow under the hood, the rune on War's forehead glowed faintly. When War saw that it was a powerful high-rank demon in front of him, he could not help but narrow his eyes slightly and burst with a murderous aura!
"Demon?! Why are you here?" War asked in a low voice full of vigilance.
Roy was also sizing up War. As the Horseman of the Apocalypse who represented war, he was a natural warrior. His body should have been brimming with an indomitable aura and unparalleled sharpness, but Roy could not see these things from him now.
This was quite fantastical. When Roy first came to this world, he did everything possible to stay away from the descending War, fearing that he would lose his life in the hands of this powerful warrior if he were not careful. But now that they really met, War no longer had that domineering aura of killing.
