Chu Qi was bound by a black rope around his hands, hung from the beam, being whipped by a magic spirit.
The magic spirit looked extrely peculiar, resembling a mummy, but instead of bandages, it was wrapped in a black ribbon-like material all over its body, which looked more like paper tape.
On top of that ribbon, nurous mysterious symbols emitted a faint white glow.
The rope suspending Chu Qi was ford from the ribbon-like material of the magic spirit, and the whip that struck Chu Qi was also made from that material.
Snap!
The whip made from the black belt struck Chu Qi’s body, causing him to grunt, tearing his white tight-fitting clothes and leaving a whip mark.
It was evident that although this magic spirit was strange, its level should not be high, probably around D or C level.
When the whip landed on Chu Qi, it left only shallow marks and didn’t heavily injure him, indicating that Chu Qi’s physical resilience was far superior to this magic spirit.
Li Xiu couldn’t quite understand how this magic spirit, clearly lower in level than Chu Qi, managed to hang him up? Was there a chanism within the tower that even an S-level like Chu Qi couldn’t resist?
In the next mont, Li Xiu’s doubts were quickly answered, not lingering for too long.
After a whip from the magic spirit, Chu Qi broke free from the ropes binding his hands, landed on the ground, and rushed towards the magic spirit, intending to punch it to death.
But what happened next left Li Xiu dumbfounded as the magic spirit’s hand flung out the black belt, which seed alive, binding Chu Qi’s body, reversing his hands and feet behind him, pulling tightly and suspending him again.
Chu Qi’s body hung in the air in an awkward position, and then was whipped directly across the face by the magic spirit.
After a whip, Chu Qi once again freed himself from the restraint of the ropes, trying yet again to charge at the magic spirit.
But he was suspended again, in an even stranger pose, and Li Xiu couldn’t bear to watch.
The sound of whips continued, as Chu Qi was bound and whipped repeatedly, despite his superior physical resilience compared to the opponent, he couldn’t dodge the ropes. Once bound, his joints locked, his body felt powerless, leaving him only to be whipped.
Li Xiu could see clearly that the black belt thrown by the magic spirit was almost a guaranteed hit, impossible to dodge, and Chu Qi couldn’t sever the black belt either, which was why he found it so frustrating.
Strangely, Li Xiu didn’t see Chu Qi use the Symbiotic Contract, his hand was equipped with a gauntlet obtained from the Parasitic Contract just now.
At this point, why didn’t he use the Symbiotic Contract? If it transford into a weapon like a sword, he could potentially cut through the black belt directly, avoiding many problems.
But Chu Qi seed to have no ans against this peculiar magic spirit, repeatedly being whipped, though luckily his physical resilience was strong enough that the magic spirit couldn’t really harm him, only causing minor superficial injuries.
"Chu Qi, let handle it, you don’t mind, right?" Li Xiu asked Chu Qi.
"Go ahead." Chu Qi, hanging from the beam like a butterfly, responded imdiately without hesitating.
Li Xiu didn’t use the Black Death Demon regint, instead, he summoned back the Black Death Demon King, then walked toward the magic spirit himself.
The mummy-like magic spirit saw Li Xiu approaching, its arm wrapped in black belt swung, instantly a black belt flew over, aiming at Li Xiu’s body.
Li Xiu didn’t draw his sword to cut the black belt, but rather made a peculiar gesture.
He bowed to the magic spirit, and the black belt that was flying towards him did not bind Li Xiu’s body; after Li Xiu’s bow, it flew back on its own, wrapping back around the magic spirit’s arm.
Chu Qi was stunned, after freeing himself, he didn’t rush up imdiately but stood aside, gazing at Li Xiu with a complex expression, murmuring to himself: "Are magic spirits so particular? Just a bow and no binding? What’s going on? Does killing magic spirits require proper etiquette?"
Taking advantage of the mont when the magic spirit’s black belt returned to its body, Li Xiu drew the Fire Lotus Sword from his waist, charged like a startling rainbow past the magic spirit, and cleaved its body in half with one strike.
The light fla on the Fire Lotus Sword ignited the black belt on the magic spirit, burning its body to ashes in no ti, leaving only a Flowing Color Demon Core to fall.
"Excuse , I’ll keep this Demon Core." Li Xiu smiled, picking up the Demon Core.
"It’s your spoils after you killed the magic spirit, there’s nothing to apologize for, I should thank you for helping out of confinent." Chu Qi said, striding toward the stairs leading to the third level, needing to solve the mysteries within his mind.
Li Xiu made no move to stop him, judging from the second level’s magic spirit, the third level probably wouldn’t present a much stronger magic spirit.
Chu Qi, after all, is an S-level elite, ordinary magic spirits wouldn’t easily kill him. The recent whippings had already healed him.
Li Xiu followed Chu Qi up to the third level, where the third level still displayed those mummy-like magic spirits wrapped completely in black belt.
The magic spirit saw Chu Qi rushing up, imdiately flung out a black belt, and Chu Qi seeing the black belt flying over, didn’t dodge or evade, but rather bowed to the magic spirit.
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