It was a face without features, or rather, its features were completely veiled within the sanguine mist.
A spine-chilling sensation crawled up Luo Yan's heart.
Though he had not made eye contact with the Faceless Man, he could still feel the triumphant gaze hidden behind the mist, watching him.
Novel...
That was His name.
He heard the low whispers within the mist.
"You cannot escape..."
Escape?
"Which eye of yours saw me escaping!"
Luo Yan raised an eyebrow, responding rudely without hesitation.
"This is called a strategic retreat!"
The whispers in the void fell silent for a few seconds, then let out a soft laugh, uttering the words that made Luo Yan's skin crawl.
"I really wasn't wrong about you..."
"You are an interesting fellow."
"I will definitely have you."
...
The White Mist enveloping Mist Town was stained red by beams of crimson light.
