"Hm?"
Extreme frowned slightly. He turned to face the young man who had just emerged from the void. The man's human form was clean and sharp. A sword scabbard hung at his waist. His eagle-like eyes first swept over the tall Enlightenment Fruit Tree before slowly settling on Extreme, piercing him with their gaze.
'A Chosen One from the Human Race?'
'No, he has a thick Demon Race aura, and even a trace of a Demon Emperor's aura. It feels faintly familiar...'
At this thought, Extreme's eyes widened. "You're Feng, the Celestial Chosen Demon from Cold Heaven Cliff?"
Although he couldn't leave Northern Boundary Mountain, he still heard plenty of news from the outside world through the tribes—news like the War for the Human Race ancestral legacy in North Sea Palace, the defensive War of the North Snow Tribe, and one of the most important reports: Feng had been killed by Hill.
