Feng Yi's eyes flickered with a sinister gleam as he asked tentatively, "Can you spare my life?"
Lin Bai answered crisply, "No."
"Then why the hell did you ask?" Feng Yi's expression turned ruthless and merciless. He abruptly tore open his robes, revealing his flesh.
Lin Bai focused his gaze. From the location of Feng Yi's dantian, black threads spread throughout his body, gradually converging into a blooming rose.
Spiritual power transformed into black pollen and scattered in all directions.
"Escape!"
Feng Yi's expression grew solemn, his gaze filled with merciless resolve, as though he had made some unbearably difficult decision.
When the word "escape" left his lips, his entire body seemed to have been drained of its vitality, while the rose grew more and more luxuriant.
In the next moment, the rose broke free from his body, while Feng Yi's physical form strangely vanished.
"A substitute technique?" Lin Bai murmured in astonishment.
The rose remained within the illusion, while Feng Yi had already vanished from Lin Bai's illusion.
There could only be one explanation: this rose was Feng Yi's substitute, and he had certainly paid an extremely grievous price to risk escaping from the illusion.
Judging from how rapidly his physical body had withered just now, the price this man had paid was unimaginably heavy.
But to preserve his life, he had no choice but to do so.
At this moment, Lin Bai finally understood why Feng Yi had been willing to answer his questions. In truth, Feng Yi had been preparing this method of escape.
He knew that no matter how many questions he answered, given the grudge between Tianshui Sect and the Heaven and Earth Gate, Lin Bai would never let him go.
Likewise, if their positions had been reversed and Lin Bai had been trapped within