Ye Qingchen noticed this, and furrowed his brow tightly. He sensed the intense Demonic Qi around Jiang Qi, and a trace of apprehension arose in his heart.
He knew that the Demon Technique Jiang Qi practiced was no ordinary one, and this Demonic Qi carried a powerful corrosiveness. If it were to erode him, the consequences would be unimaginable. Ye Qingchen's gaze was heavy, his palm had started to slightly sweat, and his inner alertness was suddenly heightened to the extreme.
Jiang Qi's lips curled into a smug sneer, his eyes full of cruelty and mockery.
His voice was deep and hoarse, carrying a piercing chill: "Ye Qingchen, what, are you afraid? This Demonic Qi is the power I've painstakingly cultivated over many years. Today, I'll show you what true despair is!"
Ye Qingchen's eyes were fixed on Jiang Qi, his body slightly lowered, ready to confront at any moment. Although he felt apprehensive, he did not retreat an inch.
