"Since you've chosen the cemetery, let's send you on your way!" Qin Ming spoke.
At this moment, Cen Jinghong and Mu Xingyao also pierced through the dark clouds, following up.
Qin Ming showed a curious expression; through the eye of rebirth, he saw clearly that these two were quite "illusory." He had thought they were not weaker than Qi Yunxiao.
Now it seems, these two are probably just portions of consciousness spiritual light appearing here.
"In that case, come over here!" He was too lazy to wait, expanding the spirit field to glue these two and sweep them over.
"We have no grievance with you, why strike?"
Although the two fell into the spirit field, they remained calm.
"Your so-called minor gamble for pleasure even dragged me into your game. Who gave you the audacity to act without restraint, daring to treat me this way?"
As Qin Ming spoke, his hand moved rapidly, pulling the two insignificant consciousness spiritual lights over, then slapped them twice distinctly.
