Devil Realm Fangs

The gloomy sky was woven through with Yin Wind and Killing Intent.

Suddenly, a bolt of Yin Thunder tore through the air, blasting open the murky space and ripping a patch of pitch-black flesh from the void. It was as if an evil eye had opened in the night sky.

Two dark silhouettes passed through the void like wandering ghosts, stepping into the air above this Barbaric Land, so rich in Chaos Spirit Qi.

The shadows gradually solidified, revealing two figures clad in black battle armor. One was tall and powerfully built; the other looked petite and delicate, with the figure of a young girl.

The armor on both of them was inky black, radiating an air of mystery and strangeness. Its exquisitely crafted design was wrapped in patterns so intricate they were almost maddening to behold—clearly no ordinary armor. Though the two suits differed in shape, they shared the same style, and evidently came from the same faction.

On each breastplate was the image of a fang, sharp as a streak of blood, confirming that suspicion.

The burly one had ashen skin and a bald head etched with abstruse runes and images of Monster Beasts. A scar slashed diagonally down his face, adding to the ferocity and menace of the ugly man with wings on his back.

Yet this imposing, savage strongman stood half a step behind the petite woman. In a world where strength reigned supreme, the smaller woman clearly held the higher rank.

She stood only a few feet tall, like a young human girl who had not yet grown up. Her fair skin was touched with a rosy glow, and her pale green eyes blinked, clear and bright, giving her an utterly guileless look. She fluttered her little wings and swished her adorable tail. Yet anyone