"Bang bang...!"
Qin Yi's speed was too fast, as if the sky was filled with his shadow, and each time he could predict the position where the Netherworld Clan would appear, dispersing the black mist before it could gather.
"Bang!"
A heavy punch directly exploded the black mist that was about to consolidate.
Subsequently, Qin Yi stopped attacking and watched playfully as the black mist appeared a hundred meters away, gradually coming together, revealing the figure of the Netherworld Clan.
However, he looked very battered, with a bruised and swollen face and disheveled hair, clearly having suffered.
His eyes stared at Qin Yi with malice.
Qin Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, mocking, "I truly thought you Netherworld Clan people were immortal?"
What nonsense vaporization.
