"Whoosh!"
A stream of black mist enveloped the falling demon's head; its spirit had no chance to escape before it was trapped and refined into nothingness amid the flickering sounds of "hiss hiss."
Liu Ming glanced at the head within the black mist, seeing its face bloody yet recognizable. It was a middle-aged man with a square face and sunken eyes.
"This must be the true face of the Thousand Illusion Demon. Although he may assume countless faces in front of others, only in death does his true face reveal itself—a truly sad fact,"
Liu Ming muttered to himself, then let out a small smile and dismissed the thought.
With a single gesture, the Thousand Illusion Demon's head was enveloped by the black mist and directly taken into the Sumeru Ring.
"Master..."
