Chapter 1282 - Nemesis of the Faceless Clan
The two members of the faceless clan turned and looked at Liu Wuxie. They had no facial features, yet nothing hindered their sight.
"Get out of the way!" Liu Wuxie roared. Urgency to save the Saintess drove him forward as he chased the two faceless beings, who moved like sheets of paper and drifted to block him.
"Open the spiritual arrays," one of them said. Their voices sounded strange, as if they came from their bellies—similar to ventriloquism, but not exactly—because the faceless clan's mouths grow on their abdomens, where they produced the sound.
They could perceive souls and needed no questioning. From Liu Wuxie's soul, they knew he had set up the spiritual arrays.
"I don't wish to kill anyone. Leave immediately," Liu Wuxie said. He wanted no fight. If they clashed, complications would multiply, drawing others and delaying the Saintess's rescue, especially the white-robed youth he had encountered last night, whose aura felt overwhelmingly powerful. Knowing the divine race would arrive soon, Liu Wuxie refused to waste time on the faceless clan.
"Human, you don't know what's good for you," the one on the right said. The colder tone stabbed into Liu Wuxie's soul sea as an invisible power tried to burrow in, just like at the black lake, spinning strange threads that shrouded his primordial spirit.
Liu Wuxie snorted, and the Heavenly Dao Book burst into dazzling radiance, dissolving the mysterious energy that had invaded his soul sea. The two faceless beings stepped back.
Though they had no facial features, Liu Wuxie sensed a subtle change. If he didn't want the faceless clan to kill him, he would have to kill them the instant they appeared; otherwise, they would never give him a chance to strike back.
Their race reproduced poorly and already stood on the verge of extinction. If the faceless clan could multiply on a large scale, they would become a nightmare for every other race.
As that eerie energy gathered again, Liu Wuxie gave them no opening. He executed the Dragon-Grasping Hand and reached for both of them.
However, the faceless clan lived up to their reputation for being cunning. Their bodies resembled paper and shifted at will. When the dragon's claws closed, the two turned into sheets and slipped through the grasp.
"What a bizarre race..." Liu Wuxie murmured. This was his first exchange with the faceless clan. He had only heard of them and had never interacted with them, much less fought them.