A cold glint appeared in Xu Qing's eyes. As he lifted his right hand, a figure was grabbed by the neck from the void behind him and pulled out fiercely.
The figure struggled but it was useless. At the next instant, it revealed itself clearly. It was still Li Ziliang but his face was rapidly turning black.
Xu Qing's hand had poison.
The moment he touched Li Ziliang, the other party was already poisoned and was rotting.
At that moment, the fleeing Li Ziliang's body turned blurry and dissipated.
"How did you know I was here! Impossible! Moreover, you don't have any doubts even now. You… what exactly did you experience in the past? How can your determination be so firm!!"
Li Ziliang, whose neck was grabbed by Xu Qing, revealed horror and disbelief in his eyes as he cried out involuntarily.