"Puchi," the figure in the black robe spat out another mouthful of fresh blood, his complexion becoming even paler.
Lin Yi was thrown into disarray, feeling dizzy. He quickly steadied himself, narrowing his eyes as he glared at the black-robed figure in front of him, his expression darkening.
"You actually managed to dodge my Soul Searching Technique?"
The black-robed figure's face was unsightly as he stared at Lin Yi, a hint of fear flickering in the depths of his eyes.
"Soul Searching Technique?"
Hearing these three words, a shiver ran down Lin Yi's spine.
"Could it be that you're from the Demon Clan?"
"That's right, I am of the Demon Clan, and more so, I am the sworn enemy of you human Cultivators. Lin Yi, you might as well give up your life obediently!"