Although a late-stage Void Refinement cultivator could subdue him in an instant, there should still be some sign when a spell was cast—and as the target of the attack, he ought to have sensed something no matter what.
Ma Peijin felt that even if it were a late-stage Void Refinement Realm cultivator, it was impossible for him not to sense the fluctuation of a spell being cast. Only when the gap between the two sides was like heaven and earth would he be completely unable to detect it.
His own magical power, his Nascent Soul—without the slightest warning, they had suddenly lost contact with his consciousness. He could no longer sense even a trace of them, as if he had never cultivated at all, much less formed a Nascent Soul!
"He... he succeeded in reaching Body Integration? He's an old monster of the Body Integration Realm? Impossible... that's impossible!"
Just as Ma Peijin was plunged into utter terror, Li Yan, dressed in black robes and like a ghost, had already walked up to him. He stared into Ma Peijin's eyes, his expression utterly cold.
Ma Peijin seemed to see countless fierce ghosts laughing at him in the other man's eyes, while at the same time stretching out blood-red claws into his body, slicing until his soul ached and a chill ran through every inch of him!
At that moment, he saw black-robed Li Yan gently raise one hand.
"Guh-guh-guh..."
A string of "guh-guh" sounds grew even denser, as if a drowning man on the verge of death were spitting out every last bubble in desperate struggle...
"If I'm going to die just like this, why isn't he interrogating me, why isn't he interrogating me! I can tell him every secret, I can say anything..."
In his panic, apart from making