It was the face of a woman whose age could not be determined.
Her long black brows slanted sharply toward her temples, her phoenix eyes were alluring, and her fair skin was as pure and dazzling as the white light radiating from the stone walls.
Her slightly plump oval face and rounded jawline should have made for a dignified, voluptuous beauty.
But her eyes contained only black pupils, without a trace of white.
When she looked at them, her eyes brimmed with undisguised malice.
It was as if all the evil in the world had gathered in those eyes, overflowing with an uncontrollable desire for slaughter.
That human face was directly facing Xia Chujian.
The instant Xia Chujian saw the face appear, she pulled the trigger without hesitation.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Three shots rang out. Three sniper bullets shot from the five-foot barrel like ghosts, striking the forehead of the woman emerging from the Cyan Mist.
The woman let out a shrill, prolonged howl.
Her dignified, voluptuous face abruptly changed, revealing a beastly face with Yellow Feather Blue Horns and Leopard Face Tiger Teeth.
The moment Xia Chujian saw that face, she was horrified.
She had once owned a mask that looked exactly like this!
Seven Lù had even made that mask for her.
She remembered asking Seven Lù to make her a particularly frightening mask, one with green face fangs, yet also ancient and weathered, with a sense of history...
Then Seven Lù had made her just such a mask.
Golden bird feathers adorned the top, while two long green horns jutted out from either side above it.
The mask itself bore a leopard's face, with two gleaming white tiger fangs protruding from its mouth!
A thousand thoughts flashed through Xia Chujian's mind in an instant. She desperately wanted