"Li Xingkui" bared his teeth, revealing that eerie smile once more. As Zhao Yang's gaze fell upon him, blood actually began to seep from the neat cut on Li Xingkui's neck!
Black blood!
The inky blackness spilled from Li Xingkui's neck like ink, making Zhao Yang almost unable to believe his own eyes!
Illusions, it must all be illusions!
Damn it, Li Xingkui has long been dead!
Li Xingkui has long been dead!
Dead!
Zhao Yang screamed inwardly and then reached into his pocket to take out a porcelain bottle from which he poured a Jiukong Ding Shen Dan and slammed it into his mouth!
In an instant, a wonderfully cool sensation spread from the tip of his tongue to his throat, and in the blink of an eye, his mind felt incredibly clear!
At that moment, the figure of "Li Xingkui" before him changed; "Li Xingkui" became more and more insubstantial, more and more like a shadow, and at the same time, the thick fog around them lightened.
It was indeed an illusion!
