"Swoosh!"
A sharp sword condensed from Divine Thought thrust toward the Evil Lord's Divine Soul.
However, the Evil Lord just yawned, his face full of deep mockery, and dodged it with ease.
Qin Yi's blood rushed to his head, his face flushed and neck bulging… he felt utterly humiliated.
The Evil Lord drawled lazily, "Qin Yi, you still haven't given up? It's been three days, and the speed of your spiritual power attacks has barely changed. I've dabbled in spiritual power myself; mastering it is absolutely not something done overnight. Even with your freakish talent and cultivation going twice the result for half the effort, it'll still take a long time."
"I've been here playing with you for three days already, that's enough face given, right? How about… you let me go."
"Keep dreaming!" Qin Yi sneered. "Let me tell you, even if I die of old age in here, I'll still see you turned to dust and ashes."
