Qin Huai quickly understood what was happening.
"Who are you?" A distinct voice rang out before him. The blood-red threads slowly formed into a figure, but it was extremely blurry and seemed ready to dissipate at any moment.
Bang!
Without hesitating, Qin Huai threw a punch, breaking the figure apart. However, in the next moment, the figure reformed elsewhere.
Not giving up, Qin Huai continued his onslaught, breaking the figure apart time and again.
"Who are you?" the voice echoed again and again, casually repeating the question in Qin Huai's ears.
Eventually, Qin Huai gave up on the idea of eliminating this illusory figure.
"This is the first time I've met someone who can take my totem," the voice stated, sounding intrigued. "And you seem to have used some kind of ability to alter the landscape around you and even your own appearance. Interesting."