In the dream-world within his mindscape, Ning Fan's whole body seemed to have been suppressed by thousands of mountains. His white robes were soaked in blood. However, even though the bones of his body had been crushed, he still did not fall to his knees.
He stared furiously at the middle-aged man in black robes who stood at the summit of the evil mountain with his cold and determined eyes.
Black snowflakes filled the whole world. Standing amidst the black snow, that man did not portray any contrast at all.
He was a devil and those snowflakes were evil snow. The two of them share a likeness with each other and there seemed to be a perfectly natural Dao Rhythm between them.
The eyes of the black-robed man were sharp like a halberd and had a grim and frosty expression. His black hair was untidy. Two horns grew on his head and six wings stretched out on his back. A vertical ghost eye could be seen between his brows.
