As he listened to Ling Yue's introduction, Lin Sheng's gaze settled on the middle-aged man in crimson robes at the head of the Crimson Blood Envoy Corps.
A Wasteland Martial from the Crimson Blood Empire.
The Crimson Blood Empire was a vast power whose strength was in no way inferior to the Sun Radiance Alliance's.
In terms of territory, the Crimson Blood Empire was considerably larger, with countless powerful figures within its borders.
Many top-tier powers and multinational giants originated there. The Kane Group's true headquarters, for example, was in the Crimson Blood Empire.
Though they were still quite far apart, a single glance was enough for Lin Sheng to sense the dense bloody aura emanating from the Crimson Blood Wasteland Martial named Xiao Zhenshan.
It made him immediately lower his head and stop looking directly at the man. If he kept staring, that overwhelmingly dense blood baleful energy might well injure his True Spirit.
Such was the terrifying might of a Wasteland Martial.
His gaze shifted away from the man and fell on those behind him, where he could see three tall young men clad in crimson armor.
Each of the three men looked imposing and extraordinary, and all stood over 1.9 meters tall.
Powerful auras likewise radiated from their entire bodies. Though far weaker than Xiao Zhenshan ahead of them, they were undoubtedly outstanding even among Demigods.
Besides these three young generals of extraordinary bearing, there was also a woman riding on the back of a giant crimson tiger. She had long blue-green hair and wore revealing clothing, with armor covering only the vital parts of her body and leaving large expanses of snow-white skin exposed. Barefoot, she reclined on the giant tiger's broad back, languid beyond description.
Seemingly noticing Lin Sheng's gaze, Ling Yue folded his arms