Li slowly raised his head. Before him stood a man and a woman.
They both looked very young. The woman was not particularly beautiful, but she exuded an indescribable aura at first glance. She wore her hair cropped short, perhaps only an inch long. Her irises were so pale that they seemed almost nonexistent, yet her eyes remained as sharp as blades. Just meeting her gaze made Li feel as though he had been stabbed.
This woman had already gone mad. The thought rose in Li's heart. She probably could no longer control her killing intent at all. With nothing more than a glance, she seemed ready to pierce straight through him.
She wore a set of crude-looking leather armor, covered in marks left by blades and swords. Several places had been patched as well. None of those marks had been concealed; they were simply scattered across the armor. Looking at it, Li could not help moving his lips. In truth, he had already sensed it—this armor resonated with him in some inexplicable way.
This was armor made of human skin, and its original owner had cultivated the Nine Revolutions Mystic Art!
Beside her stood a towering man over two meters tall. Not a single hair grew on his head. His entire body was wrapped in a cloak, exposing only a bronze-colored face. He looked incredibly sturdy; even his exposed neck seemed to be packed with muscle.
Both of them appeared to be only Level 18. In other words, Li could contend with either one of them alone, but if they attacked together, he would be in danger.
That was only if they truly were at Level 18. Yet as Li looked at them, his instincts screamed at him not to oppose them. Otherwise, he would undoubtedly be the one