Xu Zimei was surrounded by countless faces.
It was clear that King Qin had exerted great effort; when the multitude surrounded him, the entire void was sealed.
In the unseen, a force sought to assimilate Xu Zimei's myriad forms.
This was not a physical force but one targeting the divine soul, the spirit, and mind, aiming to assimilate him.
This kind of power was terrifying.
In a certain sense, King Qin and Qin Country were bound together; if Qin Country were to collapse, King Qin's national fortune would vanish as well.
This multitude was truly formidable.
Not only could it alter a person's thoughts, but it was also untouchable.
Gang Yan, in a moment of panic, did not believe it when he accidentally touched a face, and was instantly assailed by a burning sensation.
His entire divine soul was about to explode.
Fortunately, Xu Zimei was there to suppress it.
"I'm leaving now. Perhaps one day, we will meet again,"
said Xu Zimei as he finished speaking.
