It was Nail Head, who had previously participated in the treasure hunting action at the manor and then mysteriously disappeared.
He walked at an unhurried pace, the chain in his hand coiling and uncoiling rhythmically as he moved.
Like a living serpent, preparing for its next deadly strike.
"Your reflexes and speed are indeed impressive, ranking in the top ten of everyone I've ever seen."
At this moment, the man's appearance and actions exuded an eerie aura as he looked at Fang Cheng, a slight, almost imperceptible smile on his lips betraying a hint of approval.
As if the soul-snatching attack just now was merely a testing jest.
Fang Cheng silently gazed at his opponent, his fists clenched tightly, stepping forward.
With his muscles suddenly bulging, there was a crisp "crack" sound.
The already damaged red mask on his face shattered entirely, peeling off completely.
