Yang Fei was taken aback and slowly turned around.
Under the birch tree about three meters away from Yang Fei stood a Caucasian man, his expression sinister yet graceful, smiling as he looked at Yang Fei.
Beside the Caucasian man was a beautiful blonde woman, her long hair braided into many small plaits, wearing high military-grade thick-soled boots.
She gently caressed a large ruby ring on her finger, her faded jeans accentuating her firm and elongated legs.
Behind the man and woman stood a bald strong man.
The big man was tall and burly, his muscles like stones, exuding a powerful aesthetic.
Despite the cold weather, this guy wore only a leather shoulder cape, holding a thick alloy short spear, his gaze extremely fierce.
Yang Fei's face changed, his eyes becoming somewhat crimson, yet his gaze grew increasingly icy.
"You are from the Alliance of Gods? Very good, you've finally appeared."
