<div>Everyone present felt chills run through their bodies when the masked man directed his aura to them. They started to retreat, but everyone felt the heavy pressure which caused their bodies to freeze.


    The masked man floated and tapped his Cube. As he waved his hands, hundreds of black feathers floated around surrounding him. From afar, the scattered feathers seem to form a giant crow. With the giant crow formed, themasked man grabbed a single feather and threw it at the direction of the villagers.


    All the feathers then followed the single feather creating an image of a crow attacking its prey. Most of thevillagers circulated their energy as fast as they could to block and flee from the attack. Everyone formed various shields while fleeing with everything they got.


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    The sight of the massacre was extreme. Blood and gore was everyone. Deafening screams of terror could be heard everywhere. Even with all the scream for help, no one could help them. Not even the tourist and adventurers where spared. The streets was filled with bodies as black feathers was now drenched in red blood.


    Ming Li was motionless inside the mansion. He was staring at Chao Shi and the direction of the village on a daze, but tears continuously flowed from his eyes.


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    After some time, the black feathers stopped moving and returned to the masked man. The masked man smiled in satisfaction and flicked his sleeve. All the blood on the feathers were scraped away with the flick of his sleeve as it returned to his cube.


    He used his conciousness looking for survivors, then he looked at Ming Li and gave a cold snort. The roots were still growing and protecting the mansion, so he did not try to attack one more time, since he knew that it will be useless.


    <div>In the past seven days, Ming Li did not eat or drink anything. His life force became extremely weak. In the tenth day, his eyes started to turn white. Aura of death emanated from him, and something inside his cube started to glow. It was the wooden slip!


    The wooden slip vibrated and shot through the space inside the Cube directly appearing outside. Ming Li did not notice this happening because he was still in deep thought.


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    On the thirteenth day Ming Li''s eyes suddenly flashed with life as he started to breath heavily while waking up from his long trance. The wooden slip also fell from his forehead and he felt the tears on his cheeks, when he noticed this, he wiped them without thinking. After wiping his tears, he looked at his hands, it was covered in blood. He then realized he was crying blood the past days.


    He felt extreme hunger, thirst and fatigue. He haven''t slept and consumed anything. With all of his might, he slowly raised his hand tapping the cube weakly. Food and fell out from the cube and a pill which he immediately consumed as he regained a bit of strength.


    After eating, he noticed the wooden slip on the floor, then picked it up and entered it using his consciousness. Inside the it was still vast and dark, but nearby, he saw a sphere floating covered on black mist. The sphere gave of the feeling of sorrow; the very same feeling he experienced these past days.


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    When everything became clear to him, he said while staring at the wooden slip "So does this thing create an art based on my deep understanding of something?" After that he was quiet for a moment then put away the wooden slip.


    Having an art embedded in his soul, he did not feel happy or satisfied. Since he only achieved this because of the death of countless people. He also felt extremely useless that he cant even protect anyone.


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