One minute later.
Ke Meng stood amid the crowd, facing a mixture of humans and nonhumans, and openly removed the Faceless Mask.
The instant he removed the mask, the simulated face of Sect Master Jin faded away, revealing Ke Meng's true appearance.
"Huh?"
"You're not Sect Master Jin!"
"Who are you!"
The nonhumans' gazes instantly filled with malice, and boundless fury surged within them.
Anyone who discovered that someone had been making a fool of them would probably become angry.
Ke Meng relaxed his spirituality, no longer suppressing it. In the blink of an eye, everyone's expressions changed again.
"This density of spirituality..."
"It's terrifying."
Gulping sounds rose from the crowd. No one could look down on Ke Meng's terrifying spirituality.
The spirituality he naturally radiated was like a tangible mountain, suppressing the Spiritual Perception of everyone present. It temporarily forced them into a state of low spirituality, even affecting the speed of their thoughts.
Without changing his expression, Ke Meng applied the knowledge he had newly digested. This knowledge came from the Great Old Ones. He had been unable to learn it before, but now he could slowly begin trying to use it.
Spirituality Suppression!
Ke Meng used his own spirituality to suppress that of others, and this was roughly the result.
The researchers present understood what was happening, but no matter how hard they thought, they could not understand how Ke Meng had suppressed their spirituality with his own. They instinctively assumed that the difference in their levels of spirituality was simply too great, creating a terrifying suppression that affected their brains.
"Sir, aren't you afraid of Sect Master Jin taking revenge?" the director of the Wasteland Research Institute could not help asking.
"Sect Master Jin is dead. I'm here to inform you that I've taken over this