Published: March 2, 2025
Wen Yu stood at the center of the pit for a long time, seemingly indifferent to the passage of time, until his body suddenly shook. He raised his head abruptly, astonished.
Because just now, the real and the illusory, the Nine Lives was triggered—remaining resurrection count, six times!
Faceless was dead!
...
Time rewound back to ten minutes earlier, where the battle between Faceless, the human model, and the Black Cloth Monster was still ongoing.
It was still Faceless attacking, while the two demonic clan experts defended. After more than ten minutes of intense bombardment, Faceless used the Dream Realization skill system to continuously strengthen his own power, pushing his strength to its peak— even if he used Dream Realization again, it could only amplify his physical quality by a few tenths of a percent.
If based on the strength exhibited during their first encounter, the human model and the Black Cloth Monster, Faceless could easily send them to hell. However, the reality was that the entire battle situation showed no obvious changes.
They hadn't used their full strength—an obvious inference.
As this inference arose, Faceless wanted to retreat. After all, further entanglement with them wouldn’t yield much effect. It would be better to reunite with his big boss first. With the strength of the two of them, solving these two opponents would undoubtedly be much easier.
However, just as Faceless had the thought of retreating, the human model and the Black Cloth Monster suddenly switched from defense to offense. The threads of the human model flew about, quickly spreading to the edges of the battlefield, while the Black Cloth Monster mobilized a vast amount of spatial power to interfere with Faceless's retreat.
In response, Faceless merely chuckled. If he wanted to leave, the human model and the Black Cloth Monster's abilities would not be able to stop him.
The mental connection was transmitted from afar— as long as he contacted his big boss, with a flick of Wen Yu's thought, he could pull Faceless back into the soul realm space. Countless experiences told Faceless that the recall power of the soul realm space could not be intercepted, it was unstoppable...
However, the problem did not lie in the soul realm space, but rather in the transmitted mental fluctuations!
The transmitted mental fluctuations seemed to encounter a tough and powerful barrier; upon contact, Faceless's mental fluctuations instantly vanished into thin air. Faceless paused slightly, then saw a figure slowly flying in from the distance.
Standing over two meters tall, covered in pitch-black scales, sporadic black mist rose from this demon's body, enveloping it and obscuring the person's face from view.
Suddenly, two pale white points of light shot out from the black mist. These light points seemed to be the person's line of sight, and upon scanning Faceless, the discerning perception ability immediately made Faceless's heart sink.
That wasn’t a normal perception ability, but an extremely skilled soul perception...
An eleventh level strongman of the soul system!
After perceiving Faceless, this demon looked towards the human model and the Black Cloth Monster, then spoke.
"This is fake, a creature with a particularly special existence status, not the invader itself."
A simple statement revealed all of Faceless's details, and the human model and the Black Cloth Monster were astonished upon hearing this— it turned out that what they had been fighting was just a counterfeit.
The astonishment quickly faded, and the Black Cloth Monster spoke first.
"Although he's not the target of the mission, his power is still considerable. Let's keep him, Ross."
The demon named Ross made no indication; he simply slowly raised his hands. In the next second, Faceless instantly sensed a change in the surrounding space.
...
As if submerged in water, the air became viscous, and Faceless suddenly felt difficulty breathing, as if someone was blocking his throat and nostrils.
The scene before him rapidly became blurry, as a tremendous pressure surged from his head. Faintly, Faceless seemed to see Ross furrow his brow tightly.