Qin Feng crossed his arms and looked at Ling Zhi with a half-smile, a smile that seemed to conceal endless calculation and mockery.
He slightly raised his chin, his voice carrying an undeniable authority: "Do you think you have the right to refuse?"
Upon hearing this, Lingzhi trembled slightly, a hint of despair and helplessness flashing in her eyes.
A bitter smile appeared on her lips, like a flower withering in the cold wind.
In front of Qin Feng, she was like a helpless lamb, what right did she have to refuse?
Moreover, she is a member of the Spirit Clan, and the Spirit Clan and Qin Feng's faction are inherently hostile!
If Qin Feng really wanted to kill her, he wouldn't need any reason at all; he could simply move a finger and she would perish.
Seeing this, Lingke became as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.
His eyes widened like saucers, and the veins on his forehead bulged as he shouted at Lingzhi, "Lingzhi, you...you can't leave me! Otherwise...how am I supposed to face this desperate situation alone!"
His voice was choked with sobs, filled with fear and helplessness.
Lingzhi lowered her head slightly and sighed almost imperceptibly, a sigh that seemed to come from the depths of her soul.
She looked at Link with an apologetic expression, her eyes filled with guilt, and said, "Link, I'm sorry, I want to live!"
In this cruel world, who doesn't want to survive?
She didn't want to lose her life so easily; there were still so many things waiting for her to do.
As soon as she finished speaking, Lingzhi's body flashed with light, transforming into a streak of light that shot off to the left like a shooting star.
Qin Feng glanced at Ling Ke, his eyes full of mockery, and a slight smile played on his lips. He said, "I hope you're lucky enough to survive!"
After saying that, he and Qinglan flashed away together, chasing after Lingzhi like ghosts.
Their figures flashed through the woods, leaving only afterimages.
Ling Ke watched Qin Feng and the other two disappear into the horizon, trembling with rage. He clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug into his flesh, but he was completely unaware of it.
His eyes burned with fury as he roared, "Damn Lingzhi! You despicable Qin Feng! You just wait, I, Ling Ke, will never let this go!"
"If I survive by any chance, I will make you pay a terrible price!"
His voice echoed through the empty forest, lingering for a long time.
At that moment, a sudden gust of wind swept through the forest, rustling the leaves as if nature were roaring in response to Lingke's rage.
Just then, the surroundings suddenly became eerie, which filled Lingke with an unprecedented fear, but his eyes became even more determined.
He secretly vowed to survive and then seek revenge on Lingzhi and Qin Feng.
Just as Lingke was about to leave, the previously calm atmosphere suddenly became oppressive.
There seemed to be an invisible force surging in the air, making each of Lingke's breaths exceptionally heavy.
Suddenly, a thick, black mist appeared out of nowhere right in front of him.
The black mist seemed to be alive, constantly churning and twisting, emanating a chilling aura.
Upon seeing this, Ling Ke's already pale face turned deathly white, his eyes filled with panic and fear.
His body instinctively took a few steps back, his steps faltering, and he almost fell to the ground.
He stared intently at the ever-changing black mist before him, his eyes wide like copper bells, his face filled with astonishment and uncertainty.
His heart was pounding wildly in his chest, as if it were about to burst out of his chest, each beat accompanied by intense fear.
Just as Lingke was caught off guard by this sudden turn of events, a chilling laugh suddenly came from within the black mist.
The laughter, like an icicle, pierced straight into Ling Ke's ears, sending chills down his spine. "Heh heh, Ling Clan brat, do you want to live? Do you want to live to seek revenge on Qin Feng and Ling Zhi?"
The voice seemed to come from the deepest hell, carrying endless chill and eeriness.
"Who...who are you?" Lingke asked, his face filled with terror, his voice trembling with fear.
He subconsciously took two steps back, his hands clenching into fists, his nails digging deep into his palms, yet he felt no pain whatsoever.
His gaze was fixed on the black mist, trying to discern some clues within it, but he could see nothing but endless darkness.
At this moment, Lingke's mind was in chaos, a jumble of guesses and fears.
"Hehehe..."
A series of eerie laughs, like ghostly wails in the night, came one after another!
Each sound was like a sharp icicle, piercing straight into Lingke's ears, instantly tightening his nerves.
Lingke's eyes were full of vigilance, like a lone wolf facing unknown danger, staring intently at the thick, ink-like black mist in front of him.
The black mist seemed to be alive, constantly churning and surging, as if hiding countless unspeakable secrets and terrifying existences.
Under Lingke's piercing gaze, the black mist began to dissipate gradually, like a thick curtain being slowly drawn back.
As the black mist dissipated, a tiny black figure, about the size of a palm, gradually emerged.
The little black figure exuded an eerie aura, as if it could corrode everything around it.
With just a glance, Lingke's sharp eyes, like a sword piercing through the fog, instantly discerned the situation of the little black man.
His tense expression relaxed, a slight smile playing on his lips, revealing a hint of disdain. He spoke in a casual yet confident tone, "So it's just a remnant soul!"
Having said that, he narrowed his eyes slightly, carefully examining the remnant soul, and continued, "Judging from the pure demonic energy contained in your remnant soul, this demonic energy is dense and ancient, and faintly carries a trace of the vicissitudes of time. Could you be an ancient demon?"
Seeing that Lingke had so easily figured out his origins, the little black man was slightly taken aback at first, then a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he quickly returned to his sinister appearance.
He simply confessed directly, his voice sharp and filled with hatred as he said, "That's right, I am indeed an ancient demon!"
The voice seemed to come from the deepest abyss, carrying endless resentment.
The little black figure floated slightly in mid-air, its demonic energy flickering as if it were recalling that painful past.
He gritted his teeth and continued, "I won't hide it from you, the reason I ended up like this is all thanks to that guy Qin Feng!"
At this point, the little black figure paused, staring intently at Ling Ke with expectant eyes, and continued, "And you also want to kill Qin Feng, so we have a common enemy. Therefore, we are the best allies!"
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