There was suddenly a whoosh!
Many nightingales flew from the trees.
Large patches of black feathers drifted in the air, 300 feet below which a strong aura pervaded the land.
Allegedly, that was the beginning of all evil.
With every step the man took, black feathers would fall.
A neat handmade suit outlined his appearance, almost bewitching in its noble air.
It was foggy all around, but there was not a single trace on the man's body. Instead, his face looked hazy and clean.
His hands were wrapped in pure black gloves, and his silver hair draped behind him.
He was like a man who had walked out of a comic, for he looked noble, abstinent, and extraordinarily handsome.
Clouds seemed to be churning behind him. No one could see clearly what was hidden in those clouds.
However, different from the soldiers, the demon knew what would happen.
