Before the mist, the Tattooed Man prayed to some existence in terror.
Perhaps his devotion was not enough, or the signal was poor.
Such prayers couldn't change anything; the existence he worshipped did not come to save him.
Dark tendrils rose from the mist, dragging the terrified Tattooed Man into the fog.
Soon, the horrible sounds of bones and flesh being ripped and chewed echoed from the mist.
Seconds later, a dark tendril stretched out from the depths of the thick mist, unfolding slowly before Li Yelai.
"Is the offering finally enough? You have quite the appetite!"
Li Yelai looked at the snow-white mask in the tendril, unsurprised, and reached out to take the mask.
This was Li Yelai's second blank mask, and theoretically, it would be his third mask.
The first mask, Overlord of Western Chu, Xiang Yu.
A gift from Li Yelai receiving the Wanxiang Wumian.
The second mask, Wolf Vanquisher of Juxu, Huo Qubing.
