"Ah!"
The moment the treasure map left the Faceless's body, the one who had suffered Loss of Control in the flames suddenly let out a shrill scream. Its body abruptly lit up, as if gas lamps were hidden inside it. The light was so intense that it overwhelmed the firelight and shone through.
Sifa hurriedly dropped to the ground. It looked as though the Faceless was about to self-destruct.
Boom!
Sure enough, only a few seconds later, the Faceless swelled and exploded. Amid the tremendous blast, the shockwave sent the surrounding furniture and corpses flying before they crashed heavily back down.
When Sifa looked at the Faceless again, all he could see were chunks of disgusting, rotten flesh. They gave off a powerful stench like rotten eggs, making his stomach churn.
Just then, his body suddenly turned cold, and a series of illusory, overlapping voices rang in his ears. At times they were incomparably sharp, at times they muttered and whispered, at times frenzied, at times insane.
Sifa only felt an unbearable headache, as if a steel needle had been driven into his skull and was viciously stirring his brains!
He recalled the Faceless who had suffered Loss of Control and, instinctively, used an incomparably firm will to force himself to release the treasure map.
The moment he opened his hand and the treasure map fell to the ground, Sifa finally recovered.
However, his vision remained blurry, with hallucinatory colors flickering before his eyes. After a while, he saw several drops of blood on the floor and felt warmth beneath his nose.
He wiped his nose, only to find his palm covered in blood. The veins and tendons on his hand had bulged out, as though thick venomous snakes were writhing beneath his skin.
He even had the illusion that