"Quack! Danger!"
The GuaGua on his shoulder, as if facing the abyss, frantically grabbed Ye Hanjun's clothes.
Mo, who was still playing the "stacking blocks" game, suddenly stopped searching for the flesh fragments of the Nine Deaths Cicada.
An odd halo undulated above its head, within which a strange pattern of light swayed.
Seeming real yet not, like a dream within an illusion, the White Crow appeared to have opened its eyes, peering into the mortal world from a space and time beyond others' perception.
"Rip!"
The mysterious man—tore off his own face!
No! It wasn't just a face but an entire membrane-like material covering the surface of his skin, which he completely stripped off, as thin as a piece of gauze.
Then—the human aura vanished completely!
The Corpse Race attendants, still unable to stand up under the pressure of the lightning, felt a different kind of horror.
