The scene before them was horrifying and repulsive.
Three vivid human faces now displayed expressions of agony, with eyes full of resentment.
They were three male faces, the horns on their foreheads proving their identity as an Alien Race.
One of them appeared middle-aged, around thirty or forty, another looked like a young man in his twenties, and the last resembled a boy of only thirteen or fourteen.
Under the gaze of the crowd, the middle-aged face opened its mouth, emotions agitated, as if trying to say something, but unable to make any sound.
The young man's face seemed somewhat dazed and numb, while the boy's eyes instinctively avoided contact.
He seemed ashamed, feeling humiliated.
"These three faces each have their own consciousness..."
Yue Mingming said incredulously.
In the past year, he had faced over a hundred battles.
He had encountered various Alien Race geniuses, and even an Alien Race King.
