Hearing the arrogant voice outside, the Black-Robed Man curled his lips into an eerie smile.
The cave instantly shattered, and the Black-Robed Man turned into a wisp of black mist and flew upward.
Whoosh!!
Almost in an instant, the black mist the Black-Robed Man had become gathered into a single mass and appeared before Xu Qiang.
"Kekeke, the aura on you... how very strange!"
The Black-Robed Man kept looking Xu Qiang up and down, clicking his tongue in wonder.
"Both god and demon, able to become either with a single thought. Not bad, not bad!"
The Black-Robed Man looked as though he were admiring a perfect body for himself.
"If I'm not mistaken, your constitution is the legendary saint-demon body, isn't it?"
The Black-Robed Man revealed a mouthful of yellow teeth, making no attempt to conceal the greed in his eyes.
The saint-demon body was a constitution that existed only in legends. Whether gods or demons, all drooled over it!
"That's right."
Xu Qiang's brows knitted slightly. With a light push of his foot, he retreated several steps.
Looking at the Black-Robed Man before him, Xu Qiang hurled a fierce punch!
Swish!!
Yet the Black-Robed Man merely tilted his body slightly and easily dodged Xu Qiang's punch.
The Black-Robed Man turned into black mist again, then gathered and took shape.
"You're nothing special."
The Black-Robed Man's lips lifted slightly as he sneered.
Xu Qiang also realized that the man before him was like he had been before: no longer a living being, but a spirit composed solely of a soul.
One could say that the Black-Robed Man before him was already thoroughly dead and had become a mass of pure demonic qi!
In other words, the Black-Robed Man was now completely immune to all physical attacks. Only special attacks such