Even hybrid monsters have their day

Chapter 113 The Weakness of the Face

Strangely enough, although Xiaobai's cultivation level was also low, he was not suppressed by the spatial restriction.

A small patch of debris scattered outwards from where Thousand Faces was struck by the spell. Little White was overjoyed, thinking to herself, "It hit!"

Having hit their opponent right at the start, Geng Miaowan and Xu Ruwen smiled. However, their smiles lasted only a moment; the plume of black smoke that had been fired didn't disappear, swirling around once before returning to the smoke.

The black smoke flickered a few times, and the two wisps of smoke, one large and one small, merged back into one. A smug smile appeared on Qianmian Shang's face.

"Ah, how could this be?" The people who saw this phenomenon all stared wide-eyed.

"Want to kill me? You're not qualified." Its cold voice came, sounding neither male nor female, making it impossible to tell its gender.

At this moment, Xu Ruwen's spell was ready and he unleashed it towards Qianmianshang. The black smoke managed to deflect it, but a small wisp of the spell still struck it, hitting it squarely in the center.

The Thousand Faces of Sorrow was suddenly split in the middle, swayed and scattered to both sides, and then gathered together again, looking exactly the same as before.

Although Geng Miaowan couldn't use magic, she had brought out quite a few good things from the underworld, and whenever she had a spare moment, she would cast a small spell on it. The two of them and the dog thus joined forces to attack Qianmian Shang.

Perhaps due to the spatial limitations here, although the Thousand-Faced Wrath's cultivation level was not low, its strength was not very high. It was struggling to even withstand their combined attack, let alone break through their encirclement.

But they just couldn't kill it.

Because no matter how they hit it, no matter how much they shattered it, it would eventually return to a wisp of black smoke, perfectly intact.

The two sides reached a stalemate.

Seeing that Qianmian Shang was being held up by Geng Miaowan and the others, Peng Yuxian quickly ran to the bedside to check on He Chaobai's condition. He saw that He Chaobai was still breathing weakly, but it seemed to be very difficult for him. The veins on his body were bulging, like earthworms crawling all over him. He reached out and touched a few spots on He Chaobai's body.

After ordering, he stared at his hand for a moment, stunned.

"What are you doing?" Feng Xiaotian asked curiously. He had seen his movements just now, and the technique looked very strange, unlike ordinary acupressure.

Peng Yuxian shook his head, "I...I don't know either..."

He had just seen He Chaobai in so much pain, and his body acted on instinct.

Seeing that he himself was also in a daze, Feng Xiaotian stopped asking him questions. He still didn't know Peng Yuxian's identity. He glanced at He Chaobai on the bed and found that his complexion was better than before, and even the worm-like veins on his body seemed to be shrinking back.

Although Peng Yuxian was somewhat surprised by his own actions, seeing that He Chaobai's condition had improved, he exchanged a glance with Feng Xiaotian and a happy expression appeared on his face.

Knowing that those injured by Thousand-Faced Sorrow couldn't be cured even in the hospital, the two stayed by the bedside, hoping that Geng Miaowan and the others could quickly destroy Thousand-Faced Sorrow and break the spell on He Chaobai.

But Feng Xiaotian couldn't see Qianmian Shang, so he could only ask Peng Yuxian about the situation every now and then. It was nothing that Qianmian Shang had been killed.

Meanwhile, on Geng Miaowan's side, all their attacks were ineffective, and due to the long battle, their stamina was nearly half depleted. However, the Thousand-Faced Wrath remained calm and collected. Although its dodging looked somewhat disheveled, they were unable to inflict any real damage on it.

The face above the black smoke wore a sinister smile. Two empty eyes stared at them, sending chills down their spines.

At this moment, Geng Miaowan threw out a talisman, and Xu Ruwen cooperated by casting a spell. This once again dispersed Thousand Faces of Sorrow, but in just a few seconds, it reformed.

And it seemed that the time it took to synthesize the face was getting shorter and shorter, and the face that looked exactly like Rong Man'an was becoming more and more realistic. It even made a "hehehe..." laugh, as if mocking them.

The Thousand-Faced Beast tried several times but couldn't break through the encirclement. So it gave up and just stayed inside the circle, waiting to be defeated.

Geng Miaowan knew that if things continued like this, they might turn their advantage into a disadvantage.

“You can’t kill it like this,” Luan Hao suddenly said.

"Ah, how can we kill it?"

"As long as its face is still there, it will recover. To kill it, you must first destroy its face."

"..." Geng Miaowan and Xu Ruwen exchanged bewildered glances, clearly having never considered this question before. It's understandable, really; since ancient times, fights have always avoided hitting the face, and neither side would think of striking the face first during a battle. But... "Why didn't you say something so important sooner?"

Her voice inevitably carried a hint of complaint.

However, Luan Hao's answer almost made her faint with anger: "Who would remember such a small thing?"

His tone was both disdainful and utterly matter-of-fact, as if remembering such a thing would be an insult to his character.

Given the urgency of the situation, Geng Miaowan decided not to argue with him. She pursed her lips and muttered, "Forgot it is forgotten. It's a small matter." Then, she, Xu Ruwen, and Xiaobai slapped the demon's face.

At first, Thousand Faces hadn't paid any attention, leisurely hiding and thinking their spells might have just grazed its face by chance. But after a few times, it realized that they were actually aiming for its face with every move, and each move was more powerful than the last, so it couldn't help but panic.

The Thousand Faces of Sorrow is a secret technique that has been lost for thousands of years. It never expected that someone in the world would know its weakness.

Thinking of this, it wiped the smile off its face, its empty eyes widening even more. "You little bugs are really annoying! I'll teach you a lesson today!"

Its tone was extremely arrogant, as if it were fearless, but Geng Miaowan and Xu Ruwen saw something in its expression. They exchanged a glance and, together with Xiaobai, launched a fierce attack on her face.

Qianmian Shang was caught off guard and a mark was slashed across his cheek by the magic. Although it healed quickly, a few wisps of black smoke still drifted out and dissipated into the air.

Geng Miaowan exclaimed loudly, "It actually works!" Her joy was evident as she turned to Xu Ruwen and Xiaobai and said, "Just a little more effort and we're good to go!"

Xu Ruwen and Xiao Pai nodded, their energy returning.

Seeing that his weakness had been discovered and that he was now injured, Qianmian Shang was furious. "You actually hurt my beloved face! I'm going to kill you all!"

Xu Ruwen chuckled twice, then said in a deep voice, "Who killed whom is still unknown." (To be continued.)