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"It's actually you?"
Rattlesnake exclaimed in shock, recognizing that the person wearing the Ghost Head Mask with disheveled hair was the monster imprisoned on the third level.
The man in the Ghost Head Mask said nothing, merely gazing indifferently at Rattlesnake.
Rattlesnake's heart trembled, believing his ability to hide was exceptional, yet he had been easily found by the other, and he had just witnessed the death of Blood Wolf, still clueless about how Blood Wolf's head had come off.
"Who on Earth are you?" Rattlesnake asked, on alert.
The Ghost Head Mask wearer stood there, his posture as upright as a straight steel spear.
Rattlesnake knew very well that his decades of practiced assassination techniques were useless against this demonic man.
It was because of the man's terrifying, dismissive eyes that all tricks seemed like child's play to him.
