465 The Dark Mirror (1/2)

Wang Baole paid no attention to the escaping square-faced cultivator as it didn't matter how fast he was going. The expression on Wang Baole's face remained unchanged as he spoke the two words quietly. Corpse Face!

As soon as those words fell out of Wang Baole's mouth, the mist blanketing the entire world suddenly rolled and rumbled. It erupted suddenly and surged outward in all directions, revealing the land that had been enveloped in mist.

However… the exposed land was no longer the same burial grounds. It had become a flat surface, like a mirror!

The edges of the mirror continued to expand. Within a few seconds, it caught up with and went past the fleeing square-faced cultivator. Waves of terror surged within the square-faced cultivator's heart as an intense feeling of dread turned his already red eyes even redder—to the color of blood.

His gut told him that if he got trapped within the mirror, then… he would definitely be killed!

In his panic, his eyes grew wild. He didn't hesitate and instead decided immediately to self-destruct his scales.

A series of rumbling began to sound within his body. With each booming sound, one of his scales would explode and burst into a blood-red mist. The mist was then sucked in through his eyes, nose, ears, and mouth. It was like he was breathing in vitality, and his speed quickly increased.

He was using everything he had at this moment and running like a madman, but it was of no use!

If one were to look from an elevated spot, one would see clearly that this part of the underground world had completely transformed. It had become a flat, even mirror!

Not only was the ground a side of the mirror, but the entire world had become a side of the same mirror. Both the sky and the earth were faces of the mirror, and the distance between the sky and the earth was the thickness of the mirror!

The panicking square-faced cultivator was racing inside the mirror, trying to escape. That was why, no matter how fast he went and how hard he ran, he would never get out. Because he was already trapped… inside the mirror!

This was the power that Wang Baole could wield, the incomplete powers of the Dark Artifact. After he branded his Artifact Spirits and fused it with his array formation, it transformed the world into a mirror! The mirror looked like the Dark Mirror that Wang Baole had practiced painting Corpse Faces on in his Dark Dream!

Wang Baole lifted his right hand and pointed towards the abyss. A black light shot out from his finger and seemed to pierce the abyss. It landed on the mirror and became the tip of a brush, forming a light stroke!

It was like his Dark Dream, when he had drawn the faces that the souls would have in their next lives. The brush stroke landed on the square-faced cultivator, causing him to shudder and his eyes to widen. He felt an invisible yet immense power, one that seemed to represent fate and the laws of this heaven and earth, descend upon him. He was helpless to fight back.

With a sudden rumbling, he felt a gust of wind pass him. When it left, his eyes were gone as well!

”Senior, please, spare my life. Please, listen to me. I can explain…” The man let loose a terrified cry. He was filled with terror, and now his vision was black. Everything that was happening made him instinctively feel that this was an attack from some indescribable presence within the Dark Artifact, so he hurriedly begged for his life.

However, no matter how hard he cried for mercy, it couldn't stop the descent of this incredible power. Wang Baole drew another experienced stroke. The man's nose, his ears, even his mouth, vanished instantly. His voice was silenced, and only his body remained trembling violently.

At the same time, a heart-piercing, soul-shattering agony surfaced in the man's consciousness as Wang Baole drew his third stroke. He couldn't shout. He could only remain silent as his body was pulled by an immense force, turning what had been thin and weak into a fat and rotund body!

This was indeed the case. Wang Baole had mastered the Corpse Face Mystic Art. With a few strokes, he had changed the appearance of the man completely. His body was like a mountain of flesh, and his face was blank with no facial features—it was like a blank board.

However, a set of chubby features appeared on this blank board as Wang Baole continued to paint. As they surfaced, the man could finally scream again. He could finally see what was going on around him.

The man soon knew that his pain had just started, with the end nowhere in sight. He heard a dissatisfied snort. Then, his features were wiped clean again. He was given another look.

Wang Baole remained dissatisfied. He felt that he had drawn the man too handsome. With a wave of his hand, he continued to wipe the man's face clean and paint anew. It took a few rounds, and the man kept undergoing indescribable pain every time. Finally, he had no energy left for screaming. In his weakness, bewilderment and despair shone in his eyes.