Bitter Fruit (Forty-Five)
So far, he had encountered all manner of evil forces, but this was truly a rare case.
Fu Qian still had confidence in his own perception. Though this negative effect wasn't exactly the same as Colorlessness, the two were remarkably similar at their core.
After all that effort, his mysterious opponent had finally risen in rank. And the result was that it had gained an authority like this?
There was no doubt this posed a unique danger to him, but to some extent, it was also a pleasant surprise. The origins of this Butcher of the Night were growing more and more intriguing.
Severing... Was there some special meaning behind the name?
Besides, this Colorlessness effect felt more like a special attack aimed specifically at him.
After all, according to Dorian's description, this knife seemed to have been made solely for torture. When it came to slaughtering the natives, the process hadn't been nearly so clean.
Though the end result was still clean, without leaving a trace.
But at the end of the day, the White-faced Man before him was essentially like its true self's projection in this dream.
No matter how hard Dorian had worked to strengthen it, it should only have become more like the original, not stronger than it.
It was hard to imagine the natives being tortured for so long if even he couldn't withstand more than a few strikes of Colorlessness.
Of course, it would be best if the man himself could answer these questions.
"What should I call you?"
His tone was gentle. Facing the White-faced Man as it scrutinized him once again, Fu Qian greeted it with the same beaming smile as last time.
Clang!
Unfortunately, even though its rank had changed dramatically, the other party still responded just as