Ding Hao stood up, stepped on the void, and came to the front of the team step by step. The one blocking the way was a young demon wearing a Fire Dragon Armor. He was tall and strong, and his appearance was ordinary. He looked neither handsome nor evil. He had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and his bronze skin was shining with a delicate luster under the sunlight. He looked like a boy next door. What caught Ding Hao's attention was the long hair of this demon man, which was as white as silver. This silver hair was like a silver waterfall pouring down from the Ninth Heaven with a kind of indomitable momentum. A pair of black horns covered with dark red patterns grew out on both sides of his forehead, which were like sharp swords stabbing into the sky. The moment Ding Hao saw the young demon man, he thought that his old rival, Mu Tianyang, had come. Both of them had long silver hair and had a kind of proud and
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