Yell stretched his fingers forward, and drops of black liquid slowly condensed, forming a mirror.
Looking at the swirling pattern flowing on his forehead, he didn't know what to say. This position undermined his majesty, but he was worried that if he lost this mark, he would lose the qualification to hunt the world.
Jash: "Mr. Baiye, can this mark be removed?"
Su Yi looked at him and raised his left hand. The flowing vortex mark seemed to be a silent reply.
Just when Su Yi was about to say something, Yeer interrupted him, "It's no problem if you can't move the position. You just need to wear a helmet, and the material will be World Tree."
The organized words were stuffed back into his stomach, which made Su Yi quite uncomfortable. So Su Yi decisively stuffed all the remaining words back, making Ye Er also feel uncomfortable. Who knows that he always likes to interrupt himself recently?
As for making props such as masks, he seemed to have some experience. Su Yi immediately decided to make a mask for this person, but the cradle was responsible for the things on the mask.
Isn't this a mask made by the Creator Himself and taking off on the spot?
However, Su Yi felt that with the current aesthetics of the cradle, it was not very possible to create a mask that would not cause panic.
But Su Yi felt that this had nothing to do with him. It was because the person in front of him was unwilling to let him speak. The raised left hand slowly fell down, and the whirlpool mark changed from flowing to static and finally disappeared on the back of his left hand.
"Cradle, I asked Yuxi in the different space of the World Tree to make a mask for King Yeer."
It seemed that Su Yi interrupted Ye Er's question as a courtesy. Like the darkness spreading in the starry sky, he planned to leave this world. He would just leave the surveillance of this world to the cradle.
"Dad, what kind of mask do you want me to make? Do you want it to be scary?"
"It's best to have the creature retreat, so there's no need to worry about the materials."
"Okay daddy, let's make the cradle right now."
Yael:...
At this time, Yeer felt that he had been a bit tongue-tied recently, or was something giving him the courage to speak?
The starry sky-like darkness enveloped Su Yi and others. When the last bit of darkness disappeared, a pure black mask fell out of the darkness and fell to the ground with a clatter.
Cradle reached out to pick up the mask and put it on his face naturally.
"My princess, do I have no problem now?" Yael, who put on a mask, spoke but received no response, "Gash?"
Yell turned around and found that Hughes and others were floating a few hundred meters away with full vigilance. The murderous intention had already locked onto him, as if there was some irresistible hatred!
But at this time, in the eyes of Hughes and Gash, the person in front of them was no longer King Yeer!
The resentment condensed into substance condensed in the sky above King Yeer, and the blood-red blood gathered into prismatic squares dotted in the resentment, as if giving benefits to the secret fear.
Indescribable murmurs mixed together and passed through the brains, instantly igniting the killing intent of these people. Black mucus as thick as suet gurgled out and fell on the bodies of several people.
The clothes were corroded, and the skin and texture were corroded, but there was no pain at all, as if he was already dead.
"What's wrong with you guys?" Yael took off the mask. "Is this mask really that scary?"
The suet substance on Corrosive's body disappeared, the resentment suspended in the air of Yeer dissipated, and the severe pain disappeared, as if everything just now was an illusion.
Outside the void, Su Yi turned around and asked: "What did you use to make that mask?"
"Dad, the cradle is made of some sediment."
"What sediment?"
"The sediment of the corpses and souls of all creatures killed by the Cradle."