"This guy's putting up quite a fight." Eileen (rebar) sat on Yu Sheng's shoulder, watching the enemy she had captured, and sighed. "Can't deny it—he's got great stamina."
Yu Sheng said nothing. He merely approached cautiously, studying the strange mask worn by the black-robed cultivator.
All of these enemies who had suddenly appeared were wearing bizarre masks. The masks were not completely identical, but they all shared the same pitted patterns across their surfaces, as though they were stones burned away by corrosion—deliberate imitations of some kind of "image." Their colors varied from deep black to dark red, all unpleasantly somber shades.
After hesitating briefly, Yu Sheng reached out and removed the other party's mask.
Beneath it was an ordinary male face twisted by anger and pain.
"Do you recognize this thing?" Yu Sheng stood up and handed the mask to Xuan Che beside him.
"I don't." Xuan Che carefully examined the mask, then paid particular attention to its material. "...It's just ordinary wood. It has no additional function either. It seems to be meant only to conceal his true appearance while serving as some kind of symbol of identity."
As he spoke, he lowered his head and scrutinized the bound black-robed cultivator for a moment.
"He certainly looks like a living person, rather than some entity generated in the Otherworld..."
"...Didn't you say your people had blocked the entrance to this Otherworld?" Eileen's eyes widened. "We just saw someone guarding the entrance outside... What was her name again? Su Yun?"
"Su Yun rarely makes mistakes," Xuan Che said grimly. "Which makes the appearance of these people even stranger."
As soon as he finished speaking, he stepped forward and stared at the nameless enemy with a deeply furrowed brow.
"Who are you? How did you enter this secret realm? Who