"These are two 'Perfectionists,' not two chickens!"
Ithela slowly backed away, her heart filled with fear.
Seeing individuals with strength equivalent to, or even slightly greater than hers, being killed so effortlessly, impacted her psyche profoundly.
This was the result of Zhong Shenxiu not wanting to kill her.
Otherwise, just by speaking another paragraph of that secret, countless 'Perfectionist' agents from the Federation would die in droves.
At that moment, his gaze turned to Martin's corpse.
After death, Martin's flesh was rapidly consumed by a golden Human Skin Mask, and thin black strands began to grow from the ground.
A translucent pale hand extended from the mask.
"It's a magical item that Martin possessed... It is said that much of his power also came from it. This mask is extremely dangerous, if a proper method to seal it isn't found, it will summon a skin-peeling spirit every minute... It has once caused the deaths of tens of thousands of people…"
