The monster they spoke of stood tall atop a roaring fighter jet, balanced as if gravity were subservient to it. A crimson sword with crackling red lightning gripped tightly in his hand. Zhao Li Xin stared at the helicopters a few meters away from where he was. His expression was hidden behind the cold golden mas,k but the dangerous aura around him was palpable.
Inside the helicopters, Andreass felt the blood in his veins run cold. His hands trembled against the door frame as he watched the masked figure slash all the missile from the fighter aircraft like a hot blade cut the butter. What kind of weapon did he got? what kind of power he possesed?!
For a fleeting heartbeat, he wondered if the man could be Lucient. But no, this power didn't feel like belong to the Lucient's familu nor any gifted people. This power feel so raw, volatile, and wild.
Suddenly, their eyes met.
