On the Cloud River battlefield, many wore masks, which were inexpensive and available in various styles. In situations where it was inconvenient to reveal one's true identity, wearing a mask could effectively conceal it.
Hea Bing seemed to have an issue for unknown reasons, clearly disliking the masks. At this moment, with overpowering force, he intended to intimidate others with his power.
"I will count to three, take off your masks," he demanded.
Hea Bing's voice was as cold as ice. If it hadn't been for the geographical inconvenience and the uncertain allegiance of the other party, he would have already attacked. The trio was together, obviously of not very high cultivation. Over these days, he had killed several cultivators like them, none of whom could put up a fight.
"One!"
"Two!"
A faint sigh could be heard as Li Baxian reached up to touch his own mask.