Chapter 226

• It was futile, and absolutely impossible. Ke Cang Ju’s skin on his face then was just like the skin stretched over a drum, and the paper thin skin was unable to withstand the pull, and had started to split apart.
• Splits appeared all over Ke Cang Ju’s face, as though someone had slashed him with a razor blade, a stomach churning sight.
• Ke Cang Ju lost his mind then, clutching at his face, feeling horror that he had never felt before!