He shouted in panic, "Y-you... you imprisoned my body with your soul?"
Yi Chen smiled. "Of course. You don't want to die, do you? My secret art can temporarily seal your power... Hmm, now I'll ask, and you'll answer. You mustn't lie to me. Otherwise, heh heh, you know I have more than enough ways to torture you to death, don't you?"
The burly man shut his mouth and said nothing. Storm clouds gathered across his face, veins bulged on his forehead, and his eyes shot out icy rays of fury as he glared at Yi Chen through clenched teeth. Yi Chen sat down comfortably in a chair and said with a grin, "What's wrong? Aren't you going to move those eyeballs of yours? Heh, it seems I haven't provoked you nearly enough."
Yi Chen raised his right hand lightly. A mass of black fire suddenly leaped out, then rapidly expanded into a fist-sized black hole. It spun furiously, filling the room with the shrill wails of ghosts and howls of wolves. The black hole grew larger and larger... Suddenly, black chains shot out, binding the burly man together with the metal frame behind him.
Yi Chen flicked his fingers, and a translucent bead of blood, as though carved from crystal, whirled above his hand-wisps of black smoke seeped from every pore in the burly man's body. The Armor covering him hissed and crumbled into powder that scattered to the floor.
The burly man cried out in alarm, "You..."
Smack! Yi Chen swung the back of his hand across the burly man's cheek. Looking at him mockingly, he said evenly, "You must have been practicing some cultivation method lately. Why else would you carry such dense Demonic Qi?"
Yi Chen frowned at the layer of viscous liquid covering him and