Ning Zhuo's brow slightly furrowed, but his breathing remained steady.
He could feel that the barrier was beginning to loosen.
The Demon-infused Bloodline Technique was about to break through!
This feeling was not comfortable. It was because the advancement of the Demon Path Cultivation Method often came with intense tearing of the flesh, meridians, and will.
In the depths of the Blood Sea, dark red waves surged, each wave carrying the desires of hunger, restlessness, and corruption.
Ning Zhuo held onto his true self, and his Self-Talent faintly stirred, sweeping across the Blood Sea like a layer of cold Mirror Light, pressing the foreign restlessness back into the depths inch by inch.
After a long while, he slowly retracted his energy.
A thin layer of sweat had appeared on his forehead.
He opened his eyes, and the redness in his pupils slowly faded, returning to a clear, ink-black color.
