"Before making my soul different from others, I first changed my face." Fyyian stroked the knife scars on his face. "It's really amazing. At that time, I only felt the relief of liberation and no pain at all."
Yilinrui swallowed hard, otherwise, she would have vomited due to nausea. She said, "Fyyian, you're already different enough. It's still not too late to stop before the Undead creatures destroy this land."
"No," Fyyian said. "Can you see a future where I'm convinced by you? No, that scene is not within your vision. The attack of the Undead army can't be stopped, and those attempting to stand in my way will not escape destruction."
"What do you mean by that?" Yilinrui asked.
