Covered in wounds from head to toe, he already had the urge to run at this very moment.
The Masked Man looked at Qin Xi and said to him, "I didn't expect you to recover to your peak state again. In that case, I won't play with you today. We'll meet again."
As the Masked Man spoke, the mirror wreathed in black qi was already drifting toward the sky, trying to slip away and escape.
But how could Qin Xi give him that chance? Once again, he said, "Law of Undying Fantasy, attack."
The moment his words fell, another enormous radiance lit up in the sky and swept toward the Masked Man's mirror hanging in midair.
When the Masked Man's mirror was struck, a black light flashed along with it, and another explosion rang out.
The Masked Man let out a muffled groan, and immediately after, his speed of escape became even faster.
Then he coldly flung a sentence in Qin Xi's direction and said to him, "I will never let you off. The next time I see you, I'll make you wish you were dead."
Immediately after that, Qin Xi could no longer see the mirror.
Qin Xi knew the Masked Man had definitely been gravely injured this time, but in the future, he would also strike at even more sects and even more disciples.
Qin Xi had thought of all these things, but right now the Mediocre Death God was the most important matter, and he also knew many of the Masked Man's secrets.
Qin Xi knew better than to chase a desperate enemy. If things went badly, this might truly be one of the Masked Man's ploys to lure the tiger away from the mountain, so he did not follow close behind.
Qin Xi stood there quietly,