"Hall Master, let me do it," the man in the White Fox mask persuaded.
The red-haired woman shook her head, her eyes full of anticipation as she watched the sky from beneath her Kylin mask.
"Sky Swallowing Palace, you've crossed the boundary," a sonorous voice rang out. Above them in the firmament appeared a flying Demon Beast, huge in size with wings spread wide enough to block out the sun.
The Demon Beast had pitch-black wings but a white body, with each feather sharply defined, radiating thick Demon Qi throughout its being.
On the back of this flying beast stood a middle-aged man in simple gray robes, with a distinctly average face that would not stand out in a crowd.
Yet it was this seemingly ordinary middle-aged man who was able to ride such an impressive Demon Beast, clearly indicating his exceptional ability.
The middle-aged man had a black dot on his forehead, the size of a grain of rice, which could be easily seen due to his fair complexion.
