Just at that moment.
The pile of black powder on the ground, as if feigning death, suddenly coalesced into a bizarre human head.
"Allen... ah... my Allen... Al..."
Xing Fei's spine tingled with a chilling sensation once more.
But the Faceless Man only feigned death for a few seconds before crumbling back into a pile of powder and vanishing without a trace.
Xing Fei approached cautiously.
He rubbed his foot on the pile of powder, and only after he was certain it wouldn't bounce back to life did he breathe a sigh of relief and ask, "What the hell is going on? Weren't all our attacks ineffective against him just now? How did they suddenly work? Wait, is this your ability?"
Xing Fei looked at Yi Lin, his eyes filled with astonishment.
Yi Lin shook her head: "Actually, you can do it too."
"Oh?"
"Just sleep on it, you'll know then."
Xing Fei: "What the hell? Who are you trying to fool!"
Ten minutes later.
Xing Fei was fast asleep, snoring loudly.
In an instant.