C157 That Year Right

In the middle of the mountains, in the midst of ruins that had traces of humans, there was a sudden clap of thunder as thick smoke billowed out in all directions.

Soon after, a white figure slowly walked out. His clothes were a little messy, his face was thin, and his chin was covered in stubble. His eyes seemed to have a bone-piercing coldness, like a demonic god that came out of hell