He still vividly remembered the recent battle with Lan Xi and the Sea Monster Emperor, which gave him a very strange feeling.
On one hand, he was still immersed in the pleasure of having possessed an unimaginable physical strength, while on the other hand, he began to deeply dread the idea that he could lose control of himself after transforming into a devil.
When he finally managed to pull his thoughts back from that scene and steadied his spirit, turning around to do something, his expression suddenly froze.
Barely a dozen feet away from him stood a thirteen- or fourteen-year-old boy, looking at him with an expressionless face.
The boy was clad in green clothes, and his face was the spitting image of Liu Ming's from several years ago, except the pupils of his eyes shimmered with gold and silver lights, giving off an unapproachable and ice-cold aura.
