He was suspended midair, bearing some resemblance to Feng Yu, but the malevolence in his eyebrows and eyes was even more intense than Feng Yu's.
The cinnabar mole under his right eye swayed particularly strikingly as his gaze swept across.
Most importantly, his eyes were not black, but a kind of… blood-red scarlet.
Making eye contact with him would give one a tingling sensation of vertigo, as though the scalp was crawling.
It felt like being strangled, as if the next second you might be killed.
That wisp of a soul observed the war-torn surroundings strewn with corpses and revealed a faint smile on his face.
It seemed to find it amusing.
Then, he lowered his gaze, looking towards Su Yan.
His eyes paused momentarily.
The two locked eyes.
The wisp of a soul tilted its head and spoke,
"Su Yan?"
Su Yan stood up, both wisps of souls floating in midair.
Su Yan slightly pursed her lips, remaining silent.
Just gazing at him.
