Chapter: 6385

Around the palm print, dark red demonic flames, like maggots clinging to bone, frantically eroded his flesh, attempting to penetrate his body and burn his meridians and soul.

A chilling, insidious soul-devouring power surged along the wound, rushing straight into his consciousness!

"Cough cough...cough cough cough..."

Chen Ping knelt on one knee, using the Dragon-Slaying Sword for support, barely managing to stay upright.

His face was ashen, each cough bringing up copious amounts of blood and froth. The excruciating pain in his left chest and the icy chill of his soul being eroded caused his vision to blur.
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