William, the 'director' who had constructed the False Abyss and Interior Circus, had surprisingly failed to notice Yi Chen's arrival right away. He had no idea how the other man had infiltrated the tent—or perhaps there had never been any process of infiltrating the tent at all.
Yi Chen had appeared out of thin air, which was downright bizarre.
Even William, the 'Twin Body' who had once 'spent every waking moment' with him, felt a lingering sense of dread. He could not smell the Death Aura that had once clung to Yi Chen—in fact, not the slightest trace of Death Aura emanated from him.
Or perhaps Yi Chen was death itself.
As William noticed Yi Chen's silent arrival,
Yate, the second partner of the United Circus, quickly caught on as well. After all, he was still quite familiar with Yi Chen's aura. The two of them had fought on the Moon Stage just four months ago, and had nearly caused a death.
Yate turned his head like a mechanical doll and looked at Yi Chen, who had 'grown' out of a corpse.
For some reason,
With just a single exchange of glances, Yate once again felt a sense of familiarity. He felt as though he had been escorted to an unknown execution ground, with his head already fixed upon a guillotine.
There was one difference this time: there were no spectators at the execution ground, and not a single one of the dead who had once followed Yi Chen had come to cheer him on.
The entire execution ground was desolate and empty, with an absolute Death Aura drifting through the air.
Yate turned his head again to look at the guillotine restraining him. To his surprise, it had no Blade Mechanism at all.
"Hmm?"
Just as he was puzzled,