The voice of the protagonist was not loud, but the tone was extremely firm.
Zhao Yi glanced at him, and her gaze fell back on Yao Su.
Yao Su seemed not to hear the protagonist's words, looking down at Zhao Yi with a cold gaze, as if he were looking at an ant.
Zhao Yi looked at Yao Su, also expressionless.
He calmly said, "I actually don't care what you are, because no matter what you are, you're doomed."
As Zhao Yi spoke, his gaze fell on the skin Yao Su exposed, on scars of varying lengths and ages.
If it were someone else, they might find the scars ugly and disgusting and wouldn't look a second time.
But Zhao Yi was different.
Zhao Yi had witnessed Taotie's rebirth.
He knew that some inscriptions have special effects.
Zhao Yi remembered all the scars on Yao Su's body and then combined all the marks in his mind.
Indeed.
A knowing look flashed in Zhao Yi's eyes.
The combined scars on Yao Su's body formed a strange pattern.
