The Death Lords stood before them, their appearances eerily human-like, save for the prominent gray runes etched into their foreheads and their scaled, ashen skin.
The woman was particularly striking, with long, flowing hair and a bewitching figure that seemed to radiate an otherworldly allure.
The man, on the other hand, had a soldier-like bearing, his well-built frame and stern expression making him appear almost like a seasoned human warrior.
Despite their humanoid forms, there was no mistaking the aura of death that surrounded them, a chilling reminder of their true nature.
"Humans, what do you seek in our territory? Are you courting death?" the gray man demanded, his voice cold and hostile as his piercing eyes locked onto Xiao Ming and his companions.
Xiao Ming, however, seemed unfazed by the threat.
With a cocky grin, he replied, "We're here to play. Would you care to join us?"
