The clash between the first Devil of ancient times and the world's very first day of pride was destined to be irresistibly compelling. No matter the outcome, they were the most dazzling focus of today.
"Qin Feng, your dance is pretty good, interesting." With a mischievous smile, the Invincible Demon stepped down from the Void above the battlefield, step by step, like the Gods descending to the Lower Realm. There was a sovereign, monarch-over-all aura about him.
All the grieving spirits tensed in unease, unable not to part and open a path for him.
The Invincible Demon was tall and burly, his build incomparably robust, with a head of dense black hair. His pupils were misty, chaotic as a primordial haze.
"Brother Di Xin, I'm not just good at dancing, I'm even better at fighting. Are you ready?" Qin Feng pouted.
"I've been waiting for you." The Invincible Demon simply stood upon the battlefield.
