The next moment.
The carriage moved.
A man and a woman stepped out.
The man was middle-aged, wearing a necklace—a skull necklace strung together with eighteen real skulls.
Though he had transformed into human form, he still towered at three meters tall, his muscle mass exaggerated to the point they resembled embedded stones, radiating a faint divine light.
Moreover, a fiery mark burned on the man's forehead, glaringly radiant and eye-catching.
He emitted no aura, yet his presence conveyed an undeniable sense of supremacy, a force so overwhelming that even Sheng Yingkun and Elderly Hun Qing dared not meet his gaze.
Beside the man stood a woman—a striking beauty, undoubtedly on par with Nalan Qingcheng.
Her face was devoid of emotion, cold and aloof beyond description. Clad in a pure white dress, she exuded an unearthly sanctity, appearing more like a celestial fairy or divine goddess rather than a member of the Monster Beast Clan.
