Becoming Stronger Myself

But in his heart, he understood perfectly. He said to the Masked Man and the Mediocre Death God, "You must have used those dead disciples and some kind of technique, and that's why you can move around freely."

Inside the mirror, the Masked Man had the same face as Qin Xi, but his eyes were completely different, carrying the expression of a god of destruction. His brows were tightly furrowed, and when he smiled, there was an especially sinister feeling to it. He looked at Qin Xi, then drifted lightly over in front of him.

Although Qin Xi had now awakened and sat up, his body was completely beyond his control, and he was extremely weak.

The Masked Man floated in front of Qin Xi, looked at him, and said, "Of course. As long as they were disciples of these southern sects, I ordered the Mediocre Death God and those disciples under him to capture them. Every single one of them had their blood essence drained dry by me, then became part of my body, making me stronger. That's why I can now come and go freely."

Qin Xi truly found it completely unbelievable. He had never expected that such a method really existed. Daoist Yangmei had mentioned this method before, but they had still been doubtful. Now it had actually been confirmed beyond question.

Qin Xi looked at the Masked Man and said to him, "I will destroy you again."

The Masked Man said to Qin Xi, "I won't give you that chance. Tonight is the night you die."

As he spoke, the Masked Man had already begun rotating his mirror. The black aura around him coiled even more thickly, while the Mediocre Death God stood behind him, ready to attack Qin Xi at any moment.

Qin Xi felt