This was the first time Xia Zhi saw the true appearance of that man.
Because Gu Jianlin's hood had been burned, and the facial disguise melted away, the pitch-black Ink Jade Mask condensed intricately, and the noble and ferocious Qilin Horn protruded forth. He faced the world once more in the solemn manner of the Ancient God Clan, his robes stained with gold-like Buddhist light, resembling a god.
No.
At this moment, he was a god.
No Ascender from the Order World would find that face unfamiliar.
After all, he bore a name that echoed like thunder.
——Qilin!
Such terrifying divine power was naturally unbearable for mortals. Xia Zhi was so frightened that her face turned as pale as paper, shrinking behind him like a startled quail, yet daring not to reach out and tug at his robe, timid and hesitant.
Unbeknownst to her, the oppressive force burning the world was precisely brought by the young man before her.
