The man's ten fingers were a bloody mess, as if he'd endured unimaginable torture.
Yet his gaze remained calm.
He watched the woman moving away, as if sensing Fulon's presence, but with some curiosity.
So he shook his head and placed Antova and Little Nuomi behind him.
Then he looked toward that star-level being.
"You should leave. This is Azanen's territory." His hands naturally hung by his sides, nails completely broken, fingertips also in tatters.
However, his eyes shone brightly like the stars.
"Who are you? Never heard of anyone like you in Azanen." The star-level entity landed on the ground, holding a long whip in each hand.
"It seems you're not from a lower realm... very well... this way, Young Master Lin Ke will know your identity."
The man with mutilated fingers looked indifferently at the star-level being.
