The Skinning Artisan's complexion suddenly changed.
Before this, he had appeared as a soulless killing machine, his facial features, his emotions, all seeming like false skin embedded upon flesh. The fear he inspired was the fear of an alien species; he was like a human but not human, devoid of human emotions, fearless and indifferent, without preferences or flaws, leaving one unable to make a move.
But now, his calm face contorted, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets, and in an instant, he went from an invincible killer to a mortal with vulnerabilities.
"Fair trade!" Yang Can, who had been hiding in the distance, suddenly shouted. Qin An, who was under the Skinning Artisan's foot, immediately turned into a large rock, and Qin An himself was swapped to Yang Can's side.
Having been released, Qin An crawled out of the dog skin, hastily warning, "Everyone be careful, that's the Skinning Artisan's trait, once you're wrapped in the skin, you can't use your traits or items!"
