The Little Faceless Celestial Demon was chopped into "minceat" by Mo Hua.
But in the next instant, the pitch-black demon thought and flesh writhed back into form, and from its blank face, it let out a sharp, twisted voice at Mo Hua:
"What are you?!"
Mo Hua did not answer, simply seized its throat, slamd it to the ground, then used the Godslaying Sword to chop it into minceat again.
The Little Faceless Celestial Demon reford from the minceat, and though its face had no features, it clearly bore anger.
They are Faceless Celestial Demons, faceless, formless, emotionless, and they generally do not get angry unless the situation is truly absurd.
They have always been the ones to manipulate human hearts, never had anyone treated them like clay, arbitrarily kneading and killing them.
The Little Faceless Celestial Demon said coldly, "What exactly are you...?"
But again its throat was seized.
Mo Hua's movents were extrely fast, his strength overwhelming, his presence irresistible, as he gripped the Little Faceless Demon's neck as if holding a little ghost, then repeated his trick, slamming this Little Faceless Celestial Demon to the ground, chopping it into a ss of mud.
This was the third ti.
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