The scar-faced man's heart was filled with endless terror.
It felt as if something was flowing towards the opponent's palm.
Without even having the chance to scream, he turned into a dried corpse in an instant.
The injuries on Liu Dafu's face began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The remaining people in the cell were startled awake by the commotion and turned pale when they saw the scar-faced man's fate.
Liu Dafu merely looked at them and smiled slightly:
"Ladies and gentlemen, it's time to hit the road."
Screams emerged from the cell, and shortly after, Liu Dafu opened the cell door and walked out, leaving behind several withered corpses lying around.
Liu Dafu rubbed his cheek and, in an instant, his once slightly plump face turned into a pale, thin man in his thirties.
The original clothes now looked somewhat loose on him.
He lifted his sleeve:
"It's not that they can't be worn..."
