"Eh? Is this... an Asura?!"
Through the eyes of a Yin Soul.
Wang Yuan was very surprised to find that the two guards standing in front of him and the dozen ghosts were neither Yin Soldiers nor any creature he had ever seen before.
The male who had just spoken had three heads and six arms, his skin was dark blue and black, his face exceedingly ugly, and he constantly spat out sparks while speaking.
There was also a female beside him, with one head and four arms, but her face was charming and seductive, her skin as white as snow.
Even though she was licking the fresh blood on a dagger with the tip of her tongue, she still exuded a mesmerizing charm that involuntarily left one's throat dry.
"Judging from the Qi-Blood on their bodies, they are just two Daoist Soldiers, their grotesque appearance certainly isn't due to achieving some sort of Dharma Body."
