This Dead Realm Was a Treasure Trove! The Flesh Held Divine Power-Why Replace It with Machinery?

The rotten flesh the faceless man had become gave off a stench. Two seconds later, a wisp of smoke visible to the naked eye rose from it, leaving only a black robe behind.

Huang Tian stepped over the robe and walked slowly through the mall's first floor. Many shops glowed with white light, but none had anyone inside. He wandered into one and looked around carefully. To his surprise, it held no merchandise at all—only a few plain chairs and a soft sofa.

"Tap, tap..."

He left the shop and continued past the others. This time, he merely glanced in from each doorway. If he saw neither monsters nor merchandise, he moved on.

After about three minutes, he had made his way around most of the floor. When he reached the entrance to another shop and looked inside, he saw a black-robed figure sitting on a sofa with its back to him!

As though sensing his gaze, the figure rose stiffly and turned around. A face as smooth and featureless as an egg confronted Huang Tian!

Though it had no eyes, Huang Tian could feel a gaze brimming with malice coming from the faceless man in the black robe.

"Whoosh!"

Their gazes met for an instant. The faceless man pushed off, wind whipping its robe as it crossed several meters in the blink of an eye and charged at Huang Tian. Its hands were sharp as a beast's claws and gleamed coldly. An ordinary person caught by them would likely be gutted on the spot!

But—

Boom!!

Before the claws could reach him, a fist trailing a white shock wave slammed into the faceless man's face!

"Splurt!"

Like a ripe watermelon smashed by an iron hammer, the faceless man's head burst apart. Dark bluish-green blood sprayed in every direction and