Three people, are all Monsters

    The three figures walked into the hall as the surging terror and pressure appeared like a sharp sword, directly cutting off the blockade of ancient ideas.

    When I saw the three figures, my eyes widened and I gasped.

    There was an old man in gray, with his whole head cut off by less than half. His brains and other things were clearly visible. His eyes were red and his imposing manner was like the power of heaven. He was mighty.

    Next to him was a middle-aged blue man with a rusty long sword stuck in his heart, like a piece of iron, penetrating his heart. Blood had dried up and his eyes looked at us dimly, like a pool of stagnant water.

    There is also a young man, his body is broken, riddled with holes, his heart and other major death holes have appeared transparent hole, the body is still sending out a horrible smell.

    The three men, by rights, are dead, such a hit, can't still alive.