Before long, a group of blood-colored tunneling light fled out from the canyon in extreme panic, desperately escaping toward the horizon.
However, a beam of flowing light overtook it and crashed into the blood-colored tunneling light with a loud bang. Two figures tumbled out from within, wobbling in mid-air, revealing a tall and a short person.
Both of them were pale and wore expressions of determination as they looked toward the one blocking their path ahead.
Just about a mile ahead stood a young man in a feather robe, with eagle-like eyes and a hooked nose, his long hair hanging to his waist. The Demon King feathers on his robe fluttered in the wind.
This man's gaze was as sharp as an eagle's, sweeping audaciously over the two before finally settling on the tall shield-bearing man.
The shield-bearing man had already raised the Constant Gold Ancient Shield in front of his chest, covering his whole body and vaguely protecting the short, thin old man beside him as well.
