What left Li Tianming dumbfounded was that Xiao's face was exactly the same as his!
If not for the difference in their builds, he would have thought the person opposite him had become his clone.
Of course, although their facial features—their eyes, ears, mouths, and noses—were alike, a closer look made them easy to distinguish because of the difference in their gazes and expressions.
"Why did you turn into me?" Li Tianming asked in astonishment.
"Quit playing dumb. This is our clan's 'revealing a face.'"
Did "revealing a face" mean that an enemy's face would emerge?
What was the use of that?
Just as Li Tianming was puzzled, white mist suddenly surged from Xiao's face. He could clearly sense that after "revealing a face," Xiao had grown stronger. At the same time, the white mist drifted outward, instantly surrounding Li Tianming.
This seemed to be some kind of divine ability!
Buzz, buzz, buzz!
The white mist condensed around him, transforming into enormous faces that encircled Li Tianming.
There were more than a thousand of them!
Every single face was Li Tianming's, each dozens of meters wide. Though they were only faces, they seemed alive, staring at Li Tianming with all manner of eerie expressions.
These giant faces filled the space above, below, left, and right of Li Tianming.
"What the hell is this?" Li Tianming asked in confusion as he looked at Xiao, who finally had a face.
"Thousand-Faced Prison!"
Xiao let out a low roar. He gripped his sword one-handedly, his eyes locked onto Li Tianming. It was clear that his current face remained connected to the Thousand-Faced Prison by strands of white mist.
It truly was bizarre.
"Whatever this thing is, I'll just break it."
Li Tianming was even more straightforward. Under the threat of the Thousand-Faced Prison,