Yet despite everything, Peng Luo still wore that same smiling expression. He lowered his head, flexed his fingers, and rubbed his palms with interest, clicking his tongue as he savored the lingering sensation.0

Li Guanqi ignored him. His divine consciousness surged wildly as he devoured the cold poison within Su Xi’s spirit platform, face pale and drenched in cold sweat. He hadn’t expected such terrifying divine consciousness consumption. He was already pushing the Yin Hellfire to its limits, and the more dangerous the process became, the more his tension mounted.0

After all, he was guiding heavenly fire through another person’s...0