Kao stood tall, reaching almost three meters. He was a young and wild Barbarian warrior, with wolf-like ears and a lengthy tail resembling that of a tiger. Behind him, an individual who kept scanning his surroundings was a pudgy figure. He wasn't particularly tall, but he was round and gave off an incredibly down-to-earth, if somewhat dimwitted, vibe.
How strange! Xiao Chen could definitely sense Kao's aura from him, but why doesn't it match his physical appearance? Xiao Chen shivered suddenly. Could it be possible that Kao had died, and his spirit had possessed another's body? Having faced many eerie and terrifying occurrences in the Dead City, such conjectures were natural for him. Besides, the bizarre reality of the Snow Mountain Old Ghost was right in front of him, thus leading his thoughts astray.
