The owner of the face seemed to have discovered something utterly astonishing. He leaned back slightly, muttering something under his breath.
And Han Ning, in turn, got a clear look at his true appearance.
A middle-aged man with shoulder-length hair, a withered figure, and tattered clothes.
He held a sharp weapon forged from some unknown material. A large hole was torn in his abdomen, exposing a length of his intestines, and one could vaguely see the organs squirming inside. Wispy, smoke-like black gas continuously poured out from the wound, swirling around his body.
Han Ning tried blinking and found his vision growing even clearer.
What astonished him most was that the man before him had completely lost his insect-like form. Aside from a few particularly jarring, savage bone spikes on his back, he was indistinguishable from a human.
