As Tangze pried the mask off, Shadow Kihara River let out a shrill scream, even though there was no gory scene of flesh splitting apart or blood and organs flying everywhere.
Shadow Kihara River's pale face was exposed. Instead, the mask Tangze held in his hand dripped blood, which ran through its hollow eye sockets like two uncontrollable trails of bloody tears.
Just as Tangze had said, he had worn his mask for far too long—so long that it could no longer be removed.
Tangze looked at the bloodied mask in his hand, then raised his head to look at the fading light atop the statue. Understanding dawned on him, and he raised an eyebrow before handing the constantly bleeding Hannya mask to the teammate behind him.
"This should be his Treasure." Tangze pointed at the somewhat grimy bloodstained mask. "This is what matters most to him now."
A mask modeled after Tang Ze Yichuan, the illusion of possessing Tang Ze Yichuan's abilities, a beautiful dream as fleeting as a reflection in the mirror.
The Shadow lying on the ground reached toward the increasingly distant mask. Tangze's sharp blade immediately came down in warning, stabbing into the ground beside his arm and rendering the weak motion completely futile.
"This isn't my fault." As the mask was taken farther away, Shadow Kihara River suddenly spoke, muttering to himself. "It's his problem. He betrayed my expectations..."
Tangze looked down at the man, who had begun to sob.
The real Kihara River actually looked quite different from Tang Ze Yichuan. Their face shapes, features, even their eye and hair colors were all different.
It could be said that if Kihara River had not forcibly styled himself after Tang Ze Yichuan, no comparison would have been needed. Any ordinary stranger could have seen the