C3327 A Massacre

"Chirp! Chirp! Chirp!"

The chatter of the Devil Clan was incomprehensible to Feng Zhentian. Suddenly, a figure emerged before the Devil Clan members, his features strikingly handsome, his skin porcelain white, yet his entire being radiated an ominous black glow that was deeply unsettling.

"Who might you be from the Divine Martial Continent?" he inquired.

"I am Feng Zhentian