Dry, rough. There was no need to look to know that, just like the people outside, he had turned into a White-faced Man.
He felt a sense of belonging, as if he had joined an organization. Did that mean he was one step closer to the Lone King?
Of course, it wasn't just a visual effect. In that moment, Fu Qian could even feel the leech beneath the skin that had already been burned away—something that should have disappeared along with it—becoming more active than ever.
Not only was it rapidly swelling in size, it was spreading just as quickly.
This time, more of that radiance really was shining down on him.
Recalling what Brother Leech had said back then, Fu Qian sighed inwardly.
Of course, more importantly, this proved that what he had encountered in Akons really was one of the Lone King's blades—Severing.
The only word the White-faced Man had uttered back then had left a vivid impression on Fu Qian.
Thinking about it now, could it have been the Lone King's era name?
It might sound a little absurd, but the word was undoubtedly representative in certain ways, such as bloodlust and plunder.
And now, perhaps he could connect all the pieces—
This place really was something like Akons, and the target of this journey, the Lone King, was its ruler.
Only, the title seemed a little misleading. The Lone King wasn't alone—in fact, he was about to have another addition to the family.
The White-faced Men represented the Lone King's power, spreading everywhere to plunder and slaughter.
And the source of the White-faced Men seemed to be the will of humans who had strayed into the depths of the mind.
Only after undergoing a rigorous selection process and gaining permission to enter were they bathed in