Liùmángzhū Chuánshuō

In a crimson valley where scorching lava flows without end, a man as cold as ice arrives. He bears pure white wings, wears ocean-blue armor, and the sword in his hand ceaselessly radiates a freezing aura. Though he knows the odds are slim to none, the man comes fearlessly to the domain of the Demon Beast King, ready to fight to the death. Within his cold, indifferent gaze lies a desperation-like obsession — an obsession with no regard for life or death, no regard for hope.