But he had truly managed to control Masked Man.
What Qin Xi had not expected was that as the waves of black energy diminished, flames slowly began to burn, and the talismans instantly turned to ash.
The mirror of Masked Man, who had a face exactly like Qin Xi's, looked somewhat pale. He stared at Qin Xi with an even colder gaze and said, "I didn't expect you to have this much ability now, but you still can't do anything to me."
With that, he lunged toward Qin Xi.
Qin Xi saw Masked Man's expression completely. In his eyes, it was as if Masked Man intended, at this moment, to destroy them both and drag him down together.
So in this moment of crisis, Qin Xi would not clash with him head-on. He was still thinking about how he could fight him while reducing the harm as much as possible.
Di Qun, who was standing off to the side fighting the Black-Clad Men, happened to look back at this moment and saw Masked Man approaching with clear malice.
Without the slightest hesitation, she threw herself toward Qin Xi and slammed into him, knocking Qin Xi staggering to the side.
Masked Man's hateful gaze landed directly on Di Qun, and Di Qun immediately let out a pained groan. It truly hurt terribly.
Masked Man's mirror seemed to carry an extremely high temperature all around it, burning her skin until it was a mangled mess.
Di Qun clutched the wound on her shoulder and looked toward Masked Man, never having expected that he had already gained such powerful strength.
Qin Xi, extremely anxious, immediately scrambled up and stumbled to Di Qun's side.
He supported Di Qun and said to her with great concern, "Di Qun, are you all right? Di Qun, why