The moment her voice fell, she spun around abruptly, her smile vanishing.
That exquisite, beautiful face slowly peeled away like a cicada's shed skin, revealing a smooth, pale, eyeless, nose-less, eerie silhouette beneath.
At the same time, the surrounding temperature plummeted, and frost spread.
Her figure rapidly expanded, her joints crackled, her wide sleeves tore inch by inch, and black energy erupted from her body like a tidal wave.
Her originally slender and graceful form transformed into a ten-foot-tall demon body, and a gaping, bloody maw suddenly ripped open in the center of her flat face.
Sharp fangs lined it, and drool dripped down.
Her voice was hoarse and grating, like sandpaper grinding against bone and flesh. “You ugly things, it seems the lesson I gave you earlier wasn’t enough. Today is perfect; I’ll just peel off all your faces, so they don’t dirty my territory!”
Jingyu frowned, loosening his grip. Several water arrows shot through the air, their shafts imbued with biting cold, aiming directly for the faceless demon’s face.
The other cultivators also attacked simultaneously, their spiritual light and sword qi interweaving, overwhelming the center.
However, the resentful spirits in the black mist were too dense. Although cries of agony could be heard when they were struck, the attacks didn't harm the central demon in the slightest.
The faceless demon cackled, sweeping her sharp claws. The protective shields of the two cultivators in the front row shattered instantly, and they were sent flying backward like broken kites, slamming heavily into the stone wall and spitting out a mouthful of blood.
The roars of the resentful spirits immediately echoed from all directions again, rushing forth through the black mist, entangling everyone and leaving them struggling to cope.
Jingyu stood in the center, his fingers rapidly plucking the bowstring. Several arrows of light shot out, barely managing to block the incoming resentful spirits.
His final three arrows formed a line, flying straight for the faceless demon’s face.
Unfortunately, the faceless demon merely tilted her head to dodge. Her long tongue unfurled from her bloody maw, actually coiling around the arrows and crushing them into powder.
“With such meager abilities, you won’t survive~”
The faceless demon flickered, already having swept back to the daybed and sat down, her long arm reaching out to pull Song Yao back into her embrace.
Having just shed her skin, she had more than doubled in size.
Her broad hand stroked Song Yao’s cheek repeatedly, tracing from her brow to her jaw, her movements as gentle as if caressing a precious, fragile piece of porcelain.
Even without facial features, her utter obsession and greed were evident.
Jingyu sternly shouted, “Let go of Seventh Junior Sister!”
Taking this opportunity, the others regrouped their offense, whispering mental messages about how to form an array.
The next moment, countless dark iron chains suddenly shot out from the thick black mist surrounding them.
The chains whistled through the air like a dense rain, catching everyone off guard in an instant.
The chains coiled and writhed like living things, avoiding sword blades and wrapping around magical artifacts. With a chaotic clatter, various spiritual swords and treasures were successively smashed to the ground.
In but a breath, the chains wove into an airtight net, binding all the cultivators securely and suspending them upside down in mid-air.
“Damn it! These chains are draining my spiritual energy!”
“The chains have demon toxin too!!”
Everyone’s spiritual energy circulation was obstructed. The more they struggled, the tighter the dark iron chains constricted, digging deeply into their flesh.
The faceless demon paid no mind to this, gently pinching Song Yao’s cheek with her fingertips, leaning close to her ear. Her sweet, cruel tone asked, “Tell me, should I peel your skin first, or extract their love threads first?”
“Extract love threads?”
Song Yao caught the key phrase. “Those cultivators outside, have you extracted their love threads?”
Her expression was blank, her tone calm, which made the faceless demon feel a little uneasy.
To peel skin, the more frightened the prey, the fresher the skin would be, and the better it would fit when worn.
Extracting love threads was similar.
The more fearful and unsettled a person was, the smoother the extraction of their love threads would be; otherwise, it could easily get out of control.
She had peeled many skins in the past. Those people didn’t need threats; just hearing the words “peel skin” was enough to scare them out of their wits.
Yet this little cultivator wasn’t scared in the slightest, even after seeing her true face. She was even lazily leaning in her embrace, yawning, as if they truly had an intimate relationship.
She didn’t have time to think too much. Adding another layer to her intimidation, her long, slender tongue licked the little cultivator’s neck, and she giggled eerily, her laugh sharp and trembling. “That’s right~ Their love threads have all been extracted by me, so from now on, they’ll only obediently serve Immortal Venerable~”
Her long tongue then coiled around Song Yao’s wrist. She chuckled, “But you’re different. You’re prettier than all of them, I only want your skin~”
The sensation on her wrist was sticky, with a hint of fishy odor.
In her previous life, when Song Yao was a sword cultivator and a villain, she spent all her time crawling and fighting in dirty, chaotic places, so she had no germophobia. She didn’t even frown, asking again, “Where are the extracted love threads? How can they be restored to normal?”
The faceless demon’s hand, stroking Song Yao, paused.
This little cultivator dared to try and trick information out of her!
She truly wasn't scared at all.
Those from the Nine Saints Hall were indeed troublesome.
Yet, she truly liked this face.
It wouldn't be too late to ask Immortal Venerable for Song Yao’s whereabouts after peeling off this face.
At that time, she would definitely torment her to death.
A sharp, cold laugh escaped the faceless demon’s throat. Her sticky, long tongue finally released Song Yao from her bloody maw, whipping out like a venom-coated black whip, firmly coiling around Ning Zhou in mid-air and yanking him back.
“It’s been a while since I last used my knife. So my skills don’t get rusty when I peel your skin later, I’ll practice on your junior brother first.”
Her tongue constricted Ning Zhou’s body, her smile sinister.
She refused to believe that this little cultivator could remain so nonchalant while watching a living person being skinned alive.
Jingyu, struggling behind, his eyes darkened abruptly. With a surge of spiritual energy in his wrist, the coral longbow that had fallen to the ground automatically flew up and settled back into his hand.
He gritted his teeth, drawing the bow to its fullest extent. A silver arrow, enveloped in biting frost, shot toward the faceless demon’s tongue. “Let go of my junior brother!”
Before it could even touch the faceless demon, it was blown away by a strong gust of wind, and Jingyu himself was sent crashing deep into the black mist.
Ning Zhou’s chest felt constricted by the long tongue, and his face was flushed crimson, but he still stubbornly held his head high. “I’m fine, I have thick skin, it’s not that easy to peel! Don’t worry about me!!”
“Such a tough mouth. I wonder if your skin is just as tough.”
The faceless demon let out a delicate laugh, casually placing Song Yao back on the daybed. She lightly tapped Song Yao’s nose with her fingertip. “Watch closely, you’re next~”
With that, she turned, her nails suddenly extending several inches, gleaming with a chilling cold light, and lunged toward Ning Zhou.
Song Yao, however, abruptly reached out, grabbed the demon’s tongue, and yanked it back.
The faceless demon felt a sharp pain at the base of her tongue, and she looked back at Song Yao in disbelief.
Song Yao still maintained her nonchalant demeanor, gently reminding her, “You still haven’t answered my question.”
The faceless demon seemed to be amused by her own anger, her maw widening even further. “Be good. After I peel his skin, I’ll answer your questions.”
The grip on her tongue suddenly tightened.
Song Yao said, not at all pleased, “But I want to hear it now.”
The pain caused the faceless demon to completely lose patience. A shrill shriek erupted from her throat, making everyone present’s eardrums ache and their minds reel.
From the black mist, several chains shot out like poisonous snakes, lunging directly at Song Yao’s face. “I told you to be good!!”
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