At that moment, a tall and well-built young man descended silently onto the summit of Little Radiant Mountain like a phantom.
His white hair resembled a blanket of snow, glaringly conspicuous in the brilliant sunlight, like a cold frosty mist exuding an indescribable strangeness.
What was terrifying was that his eyes were entirely blood-red, like two flaming seas of blood, from which emanated an endless aura of ominous presence that seemed capable of consuming all life around.
"Food!"
The young man's blood-red eyes shot out an exceedingly greedy gaze, locking fiercely onto a beautiful maid.
Before the words were fully spoken, his figure flashed abruptly, disappearing instantly, leaving only a faint ripple of sinister aura in the air.
In the next moment, the youth had ghostly appeared beside the maid.
He extended his long, cold hand, grabbing the maid tightly.
