The masked man bolted away at an extremely fast speed!
He had already vanished from his original position almost at the same time as the arrival of the sword beam.
It was entirely silent.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
The sound of metal ringing was extremely piercing in the silent battlefield!
All the paragons witnessed clearly as a crack appeared on the metallic mask of the man, splitting the mask into two!
Clang!
The mask fell to the ground, revealing that person's true appearance.
Psst!
Many people gasped.
Some female cultivators even exclaimed.
Filled with grisly wounds, that face was extremely horrifying. It looked nefarious like a malevolent ghost, as though it was eaten away by something.
For some unknown reason, Su Zimo felt an indescribably strange feeling when he saw that face.
