Every native Faceless One, from the moment they were born, used their own life to nurture the mask.
It was no exaggeration to say that the mask was the foundation of their existence, the essence of all their natal strength.
Once something happened to the mask, the blow to a Faceless One was almost no less than the damage to his primordial spirit.
To a certain extent, it was even better.
For any Faceless One, breaking his face was equivalent to suicide.
However, the difference between this and an ordinary suicide was that breaking the mask would allow the essence of one's strength to bloom without reservation in a short period of time.
Even if it was a relatively mediocre strength like Number Ten, his strength would skyrocket during this period, reaching a point where even the vast majority of high-ranked Faceless Ones could not easily suppress him.
If it was just this, it was nothing.
