A ferocious expression twisted Long Chen's face. He felt his strength rapidly draining away, an extremely uncomfortable sensation as his body gradually weakened.
After absorbing the Demonic Qi from Long Chen, a satisfied expression spread across Yan Chen's face.
"This feeling... it's so comfortable!" he exclaimed. "Kid, in the end, I really should thank you for delivering yourself to my doorstep. Otherwise, I would never have had the chance to enjoy this rich Demonic Qi of yours."
Yan Chen laughed maniacally as he voraciously drained Long Chen's power, feeling utterly content. But his laughter abruptly ceased. The satisfied look on his face froze, replaced by one of pure horror.
He discovered that the Demonic Qi he had absorbed from Long Chen was becoming increasingly uncontrollable. Even his own Demonic Qi began to fall into chaos.
How could this be? Yan Chen's brows knitted together as he frantically circulated the Demonic Qi in his body, attempting to bring it under control.
