Primordial Devil Cult?
What's that supposed to be?
Qin Jun's expression turned strange as he turned to look. He saw a terrifying figure, five zhang tall, standing atop a mountain several thousand meters away. The figure was bare-chested, with skin the color of green ink, wearing tattered pants made from animal pelts. He had two protruding fangs in his mouth, his long hair tied into small braids stained with fresh blood, and his presence exuded the ferocity of a primordial beast.
Under the darkness, wrapped in thick fog, his figure was spine-chilling and made one's scalp tingle.
The fox-tailed male demon smashed against the mountain wall by the bronze warhammer bulged his eyes in terror and screamed, "Impossible… Why would a creature of the Primordial Devil Cult appear here?"
Ran Min, who had narrowly escaped, landed dozens of meters away and turned around vigilantly, keeping his gaze fixed on the devil disciple in the distance.
"Scared now, aren't you?"
