Hoo~
Crouching low with a forward lunge, Yi Chen,
though his eyes are covered and not distracted by the outside scene, and his ears are covered to prevent disturbance from external sounds, a restlessness, a trace of unease lingers within him.
"Okay."
As Yi Chen whispered, the woman's hand withdrew.
When he opened his eyes again and looked behind, the one wearing the white skin mask, sentenced to death by being cut in half, lay on the ground, the upper and lower halves obliterating rapidly.
As Yi Chen instructed the nearby dead minister to retrieve the scattered white skin mask,
the mask disappeared along with the murderer's physical body, and all the malice that pervaded the Sunken Death Temple vanished, crisis averted.
Yet, Yi Chen's heart remained suspended, the portion of unease growing stronger.
"Why was the physical body so easily severed, but the mask on the head only left a slight mark?"
