His messy black hair hung down like storm clouds, interspersed with faint streaks of dark red that looked like dried bloodstains from battles long past. His face was as pale as snow, yet it carried a sickly, ash-grey hue, as if he had been eroded by darkness for so long that all life had been drained from him.
His narrow, deep eyes, once brimming with wild demon power, were now dim and lusterless, though a flicker of ferocity and resentment still remained. Those eyes were like bottomless black holes, chilling the soul of anyone who dared to look into them.
Beneath his high-bridged nose, his thin, pale lips curled into a smirk that still held traces of his former arrogance and disdain. His jawline was sharp and stubborn; even in defeat, lying on the ground, one could still perceive the innate haughtiness that defined him.
Chapter 228