There was no panic or shock on Zhang Ruochen's face. Calmly, he said, "In the end, you still recognized me. Looks like your eyesight isn't too bad. It is good that you know who I am so that you will know who killed you."
When Zhang Ruochen and Di Yi had fought just now, he had not hidden the hatred in his eyes at all. It was not strange for Di Yi to have recognized him through his gaze.
When he spoke just now, he used his natural voice.
Di Yi huffed coldly. Blood roiled in his body and gave off strands of black Holy Qi, it surged toward the injury at his throat.
"Swoosh!"
The black Holy Qi flowed around Di Yi's neck. Immediately, his dented throat bulged out and returned to its original state as if it had never been injured.
Generally, one could only condense such thin Holy Qi when the holy meridian in the body had reached the Fourth Change of the Fish-dragon Realm.
Other than that, only a Saintly Being could do it.