Gradually, his true face was revealed.
Unlike the half of his face that was fair and flawless, the skin beneath the mask was covered with dark blue stains.
The stains deeply embedded in the skin, as if born with a curse, had even spread into his eyeballs. The entire iris was covered by those terrifying and ominous patterns, making him look extremely ugly.
The onlookers around the battleground couldn't help but show expressions of disgust and revulsion upon seeing this.
Even the people from the Wandao Immortal Alliance were shocked and nauseated.
They had never imagined that Hong Zhuang, the assassin who had always followed Elder Ning, with her melodious name and half a beautiful face that provoked imagination, would have such an unbearable visage beneath her mask.
Hong Zhuang's normal eyes looked at the mottled fragments of iron filings, and her pupils suddenly contracted, trembling violently in her sockets. The dark blue stains reacted violently, wildly traversing her skin.
