A sinister laugh rang out, grating on the ears.
Jiang Qiao's mind had only just stabilized, yet it was showing signs of becoming unstable again. Vermilion Bird's information flow had not severed the influence, and Black Tortoise's concealment effect had failed to achieve the expected result.
Even Teng Snake was beginning to lose its grip on that restless Negative Emotion.
The chaos in his consciousness was escalating.
His mental collapse was beginning.
And all of it came from the strange Evil Spirit before him—a bizarre mass of tangled threads made up of countless living cracks. Its mere existence exerted an extreme influence on the mind.
And Jiang Qiao's Evil Spirit Body—
At this moment, it had not become a fortress capable of resisting the supernatural.
Quite the opposite.
Because of its connection to the Abyss, it had perfectly bridged this supernatural influence, allowing Yin Qiu's power to seep more rapidly into his spirit and the depths of his consciousness.
"I want to see..."
"What other tricks you can use to resist me."
"Heh heh."
"I seem to remember..."
"Didn't you say you were going to beat me to death? Then come and do it!"
"You little thing."
Yin Qiu sneered.
Clearly,
he had never gotten over Jiang Qiao saying he would beat him to death and peel the skin off his face. Only by killing Jiang Qiao and making him die in despair could he wash away his sense of humiliation.
"It is a little troublesome."
"But I can still hold on."
Jiang Qiao smiled.
"You're practically dead, yet you're still boasting?" Yin Qiu scoffed.
Jiang Qiao did not respond.
He extended his left hand.
A semi-transparent red pair of scissors appeared in his palm.
They looked utterly ordinary.
They gave off not the slightest trace of anything supernatural.
Yet