Observing the cloaked figure in the distance, King Mandrill's expression remained composed.
"A person who hides their head and reveals their tail, doesn't even dare to show their true face?"
His voice was not loud, but it contained a dignified aura.
"Hehe, King Mandrill. I'm sure it doesn't feel good to be cursed!"
9 lifted his robe and exposed his face, revealing an evil smile as he locked eyes with King Mandrill, and his eyes were identical to King Mandrill's.
Upon hearing this, a trace of killing intent flashed across King Mandrill's eyes.
"Phantom Horn race? No, you're from the Thousand Hands race!"
When he saw the horn on 9's forehead, his heart skipped a beat. However, he quickly noticed a faint black mark on its neck.
"That's right, the Thousand Heads race. You can call me 9!"
9 smiled. Then, a glint flashed across his eyes, and the strange mark between his eyebrows suddenly erupted.
