As soon as Netherworld finished speaking, circles of red light rippled out from under his feet, instantly passing through the Pure Land and extending into the distance.
Meng Qi felt as if his perfect body was a hot water bag that had been punctured. The Pure Land was strangely and resolutely absorbing his power. It was difficult to control and could not be reversed. Waves of blood-yellow mist rippled outward like water waves.
His recovery could not keep up with the absorption. In just eighteen breaths, the power of this body would be exhausted... Meng Qi’s heart was like a mirror. His thoughts spun and he accurately judged his own condition. The Asura primogenitor beside him was also red in color, a crimson glow that contained a terrifying killing intent and battle will was emitted.
