Zuo Bai widened his only eye, the white in it flickering with blue light, like a computer about to crash.
He watched the gradually shrinking [Mask] circle, each [Mask] moving with uneven steps, yet uniformly closing in on him.
In a trance, he seemed to hear the footsteps of countless Death Gods, pressing in from all directions.
"Wait, footsteps of Death Gods?"
"Footsteps?!!"
Although the sound was faint, barely audible, and appeared intermittently, as if it were a mere illusion.
But Zuo Bai's ears indeed caught the wet splashing of footsteps on sewage.
Zuo Bai's heart suddenly jolted: "Shadow, why are there footsteps?!!"
To know that previously, the shadow, besides speaking, was completely silent.
Not to mention footsteps, even when it ambushed and pierced him, making a hole in his chest, not a sound was made.
"Something's off... This shadow is different from before, something's wrong with this shadow!"
Zuo Bai sensed something unusual but hadn't fully noticed.
