In the seemingly empty and deserted room, a sudden voice echoed, immediately startling the Evil Martial Artist Li Minghui.
He looked around with full alertness, his tone somewhat panicked.
"Who is it? Who's speaking?"
However.
In the next moment.
"Soul-Searching and Soul-Seizing Hand!"
Upon hearing this, the Evil Martial Artist Li Minghui felt a dizziness in his head, and the whole world went black.
A breath later.
The soul-penetrating agony caused him to let out a silent wail of despair in his mind, unable to escape the sea of suffering for a long time.
Meanwhile, Lin Ping'an, with cold eyes, reached out and grabbed the opponent's head to search.
The memories of the Evil Martial Artist continuously surfaced in his mental space, and he kept searching for anything useful.
During this time, the opponent's soul-wrenching wail of agony did not stir even the slightest bit of emotion in Lin Ping'an.
Furthermore, these intrusive and impactful memories had no negative effects.
