Chapter 203: Young Lords (1)

"Its time…." A pair of fiery red eyes yanked open withing the cluster of dark aura and quickly lit up the darkroom. The flaming skulls could be seen dancing wildly in his eyes and skin color was as white as a sheet of paper, there was no sign of blood or redness in it. He looked like a walking corpse.

This man sat in a crossed-legged position with only his black pants on. His hair at this time was shoulder length and it twirled from side to side as if it had a mind of his own. Derik's shoulder was broad and he had a muscular figure. After he broke into the low grade of the gold realm, his body had completely merged with his werewolf side and his aura was more vicious than ever.

He was taller now and for a strange reason, he couldn't grow a mustache or beards like others in their mid-twenties. He thought about it for a while and realized that Cyrus and the other guardian spirit hosts much older than him lacked mustaches, just like Francis.