"Talking to a person like you while concealing my appearance makes me seem like a rat hiding in the gutter,"
He said with a smile, his gaze fixed on He Ao, "Of course, with Krod dead, you should have figured out my identity."
He Ao studied the man's cheeks. He appeared to be a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties, with a chiseled face, arching eyebrows—like a pair of drawn swords—and a pair of handsome reddish-brown eyes.
He bore a seven to eight-tenths resemblance to Elfia.
Upon seeing his face, He Ao offered no comment.
"Since the advent of the Evil God's Offspring is inevitable, one might as well let oneself become the vessel for its advent,"
The 'Boss' halted his steps not far in front of He Ao, as pitch-black shadows slipped through him and flowed into He Ao's body.
One more step and the man would enter He Ao's explosive attacking range.
He had precisely gauged the limit of He Ao's instantaneous attack range previously displayed.
