Escort Him Back

But now he was completely exposed under the sunlight. Although it was already late afternoon, with the setting sun sinking west, Daoist Yang Mei had already spotted his figure. He gripped a scythe and hacked straight toward Daoist Yang Mei.

Daoist Yang Mei had long since been on guard, and he shouted to them, "I see him."

The Mediocre Death God now had no path of escape left at all. He could only flee in the opposite direction.

Qin Xi and the others all gave chase in that direction.

Because the Mediocre Death God was injured, and Qin Xi's group was also extremely powerful, in only the time it took an incense stick to burn, the Mediocre Death God had already been firmly subdued by Daoist Yangmei and Xiao Ba. He knelt on the ground, the two of them pressing down on his shoulders, looking utterly wretched.

The two kept him controlled within their encirclement, and none of them touched him, because he always had all sorts of tricks.

Seeing only the Mediocre Death God, Qin Xi immediately asked him, "Where is the Masked Man? Why is there no trace of him now?"

Qin Xi looked at the Plain Reaper, and he looked back at Qin Xi, smiling with an extremely chilling smile as he said to him, "How could he possibly be here? He vanished long ago, and no one knows where he went."

In his heart, Qin Xi had actually already believed that the Masked Man was not here. He was definitely extremely sinister, and who knew where he had hidden himself long ago. Right now, he did not even have a real body of his own, so even if he wanted to hide, it would be very easy.

Qin Xi took out a magical artifact from his