Qin Xi knew it truly had not been easy for the others to stay by his side, and now he had made them suffer yet again. His heart was filled with guilt.
But now was not the time for concern and comfort. Qin Xi also took out a dagger and cut a gash straight across his arm.
Pain shot through him, and his blood instantly gushed out like running water.
Qin Xi gritted his teeth, feeling his mind clear in an instant. Looking toward the Masked Man, he said, "Since you're using so many despicable tricks, let's see how I deal with you today."
As he spoke, Qin Xi once again dipped his finger in his own blood and began forming a talisman in his hand.
Then a glittering golden talisman, with a character drawn in blood at its center, was thrown toward the Masked Man.
When the Masked Man saw everything Qin Xi was doing, panic once again flashed through his heart.
After all, when he had fought Qin Xi before, he had suffered because of this very thing.
After all, he was a mirror without a body, with only a wisp of soul trapped inside it, so he truly feared the method Qin Xi was using now and had no idea how much damage it would do to him this time.
He looked toward Qin Xi and said, "You're actually using such despicable means to deal with me again. Do you really think I'll still be afraid of you?"
But as he watched the talisman Qin Xi had sent floating toward him, getting closer and closer, he suddenly retreated far backward with all his might, and the talisman failed to stick to the mirror.
His roaring laughter came over at once, and he said to Qin Xi with