He wore a gray armor and devilish energy came out of his body, forming a devil shadow behind him. He stood there as if he was one with the black sand desert.
It was impossible to see his face under the grey armor. You could only see his cold eyes with an indifferent gaze under the helmet.
His voice was flat without any emotion. As he spoke, his gaze was locked on Wang Lin.
Wang Lin's expression was gloomy, and with a wave of his hand, he put all the heads into his bag. Wang Lin then looked at at this person who claimed to be called Ming Hai, and he could feel that his cultivation level was no weaker than Nirvana Cleanser.
What made him feel even stranger was that aside from the strands of devilish energy, there was also celestial spiritual energy.
Wang Lin looked at the man and calmly asked, "Am I the only one here?"