Chapter 1238 Who Are You?
As the mist covering the two people completely disappeared, Evan was finally able to see their true appearance.
The man in front of him was approximately 200 centimetres tall, with shoulder-length golden hair, green eyes, sharp, pointy ears, and a handsome face that could be described by only one wordâ Perfect!
Previously, he couldn't sense the man's aura, but now that the mist shrouding him had vanished, he could feel a strong vitality and life aura radiating from himâas if he were gazing at the Tree of Life itself, which he had encountered before entering the Blood Dungeon.
On the other hand, the woman stood nearly 300 centimetres tall with flowing jet black hair. Two demonic black horns, glowing with an eerie light, jutted out from both sides of her head. Her voluptuous figure was clad in beast skin clothing, as though she had emerged from a primitive tribe. Strange patternsâthat looked like tribal tattoos were engraved on the right side of her face, and she wore a cold expression.
Completely opposite to the man's vitality-filled aura, the woman radiated an aura of decay and death.
When Evan heard the words of the black figureâtelling him about the identities of the two people, his breath caught in his throat, and his eyes widened in shock.
"The Progenitor of the Elves and the Progenitor of Demons," He muttered in a low voice, his voice filled with disbelief, still finding it hard to accept.
Suddenly, Evan noticed something, and his expression changed once again.
Before entering the Blood Dungeon, he had killed a bulky man who was the essence clone of someone.
While fighting against him, Evan had sensed a demonic aura emanating from the man, but it felt slightly different from the typical demonic energy he had encountered from demons in Utopia.
At first, he thought the man might be the essence clone of a half-demon, which could explain why his aura differed from other demons.
But now, as he looked at Lesentraâthe Progenitor of Demonsâhe felt the same aura emanating from her. Although her aura was far stronger than the bulky man's, he could clearly sense the similarities between the two.
Evan stared at the black figure with an unreadable expression, his mind racing. After a moment of silence, he took a deep breath and spoke in a barely audible voice.
"Can you explain to me what the f*** is going on?"
The black figure remained silent for a moment as if contemplating how to respond. Just when Evan began to think it might say something useful, the figure shook its head and replied in a helpless voice.
"Actually, I don't know what is going on either."
Swish!
A black-golden light flashed, and before the black figure could react, the tip of the Halberd of Destruction was mere centimetres from its throat.
"Are you messing with me?" Evan spoke coldly.
"Wait! Wait! Wait!" The black figure shouted in a panicked voice, staring at the glowing halberd tip radiating endless destructive energy.
Evan didn't withdraw the halberd and continued to glare at the black figure, waiting for it to speak further.
"I truly don't know what happened to Mythrenor or how he gained an aura similar to Lesentra's," The black figure said hurriedly. "But I can assure you, the essence clone you destroyed outside definitely belonged to him."
Evan's frown deepened as he studied the black figure. From its voice and demeanor, Evan didn't feel like it was lying, which made him even more confused.
There were countless questions he wanted to ask such asâhow the black figure could be so certain the essence clone belonged to Mythrenor, why it was showing him this memory again, why it had sent him to Azragoth World, and much more. But before all of that, there was one question he had been wanting to ask for a long time.
"Who are you? And what are you planning by telling me all these things?"