Jun Haoxuan let out a furious shout as he tore his hand away from Ningyan's chest and stood up abruptly, the heavy wooden bedframe shuddering beneath the sudden rush of his aura.
Rong Yue, Yan Wuhen, and Lan Meishan stood nearby, each wearing a different expression of grim exhaustion and disappointment.
Three days.
It had been three grueling days since they had brought Ningyan to the Sky Palace. Three days of desperately trying to breach the corrupted barrier surrounding his demon crystal.
They had found a way to reach his subconscious, while he was unconscious.
And despite everything, the corruption remained as suffocating as ever.
Jun Haoxuan's imposing frame trembled with barely restrained rage, his dragon qi rolling wildly around him in visible, crushing waves. His eyes burned with helpless fury as he stared down at the sleeping phoenix.
