Tyrant, You're Not Worthy of Knowing My Identity

What surprised Bai Ye was that Li Xiao's Black Mask was actually a Taboo Object!

A Jiao-Level Taboo Object—[Black Nether Ghost Mask]!

After putting it on, he learned the Taboo Object's name. Taboo Objects were living entities. Though they could not speak, they could communicate.

It was like a pet dog. You might not understand its barking, but when it anxiously scratched at the door and spun in circles, you knew it wanted to go out to pee.

Bai Ye did not yet know its containment conditions, but the faint craving the [Black Nether Ghost Mask] conveyed for his facial skin gave him a suspicion.

He ignored the Taboo Object and silently walked toward the Tyrant, merely to get a little closer and save some time.

Seeing that Bai Ye could make the Mutated Scarlet Virus and Pseudo-Humans "avoid" him, the amusement in the Tyrant's eyes grew stronger.

"Interesting. Not only did you not run, you actually dared to walk toward me?"

He slowly raised a hand, and the steel rebar in the sky poised itself to strike.

Bai Ye stopped. He was still seven hundred meters away from the Tyrant.

But he knew he could not go any farther. Otherwise, the Tyrant would definitely attack at once.

Second Act—Seizing the Initiative!

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Bai Ye stood still, recalling the feeling of calling himself a god when facing the Eye of Ashen Ruin.

He stood with his hands behind his back. A cool night wind swept up the hem of his clothes, casting wavering shadows beneath his feet.

A cold metallic gleam seeped from the edges of the Black Mask. Only a pair of obsidian-like eyes pierced through the shadows, calmly watching the Tyrant.

Suddenly, a calm, low voice came from beneath the Black Mask. "The Pangu USB