Capítulo 1190: Chapter 788: Mutual Consumption (Part 3)
According to common sense, given the Princess’s cultivation, rely suppressing the poison with her Realm should dissolve the Corpse Poison in the blink of an eye.
But the toxins injected into her body were scorching hot, like so persistent ailnt, far more than just simple Corpse Poison.
Belatedly realizing the arrival of danger, the Princess’s expression beca serious, and she struck the opponent’s chest with a heavy palm.
Yet the black aura erging from Baili An’s body coiled around as if alive, devouring the Spiritual Power emanating from her palm completely.
As that strange power infiltrated her body deeper and deeper, the Princess was horrified to discover the Demon Mark on her neck, which was supposed to be mostly resolved, began to burn hotly again.
The suffocating pain pierced through her Divine Mansion, causing her head to throb constantly.
Like smudged neck Demon Marks, serpentine lines slithered across her skin, slowly reshaping into a new Curse Seal.
There was no second Fla Marrow in the world to free her from the curse.
The Princess’s mind was an ocean of shock and awe!
Mohe’s power!
This kid actually possesses Mohe’s power within his body!
The Sword Master’s son has inherited the Mohe!
The Princess’s chest was burning, feeling her blood boiling and then cooling, her mind growing dizzy as if the blood supply was inadequate.
But upon realizing, she found that the difficulty in blood supply wasn’t an illusion.
Instead, this bastard had bitten into her neck and was continuously draining her blood.
The Princess’s limbs grew cold, her entire being wrapped in the black aura from Baili An’s body, unable to muster any resistance.
This was genuinely eerie to the extre.
The gap between Soul Awakening and Integration Realm was like heaven and earth, and she was forced into such a situation by a junior?
The Princess felt her blood rapidly draining away, her body slowly softening and sliding down.
Baili An’s eyes remained blood-tear-red, one hand tightly holding the back of her head, as she collapsed, pressing her firmly beneath him.
At this mont, death was extraordinarily near to her.
The Princess furrowed her brow in pain, a faint unnatural blush appeared on her delicate face, her throat emitting a sound mixing pain with suppressed pleasure.
Her trembling hand grasped Baili An’s shoulder, her voice hoarse and weak.
Her fingers gradually weakened, feebly sliding onto Baili An’s bare, cold chest, the fingertips unintentionally touching sothing icy and sharp.
She barely opened her watery, misty eyes, gazing down at a black bead the size of a red bean beneath his collarbone, shaped like a teardrop.
The black teardrop embedded in his skin had black cracks around it, appearing poisoned but it wasn’t poisoning.
As the Princess attempted to use her fingers to pry it, the tusk biting into her neck dug deeper, cold lips pressed against her scorching skin.
Sweat dripped down her body, an unfamiliar sticky, tingling sensation causing her to lose composure.
Her breathing grew tight, her body warm all over, though the body pressing down on her was icy cold.
Yet she felt as if being roasted over a fire, her body trembling.
Pain and the sticky, numbing sensation intertwined like webs, leaving her unable to distinguish pain from pleasure.
This feeling was akin to being ensnared by a Water Ghost’s soul on a hot sumr day in a cool spring pool.
Her entire face buried deep in suffocating cold water, but she felt no significant pain, only a sleepy, dazed cold drowsiness.
Eerie tranquility, deathly stillness, gradually just able to hear the faint flow of blood in her veins, becoming weaker.
Even an Immortal is a life ford by flesh and blood, losing Essence Blood ans losing life.
The Princess realized the cruel truth that she was near death.
Unwilling, she forced her sweat-drenched heavy eyelids open, hazily gazing at a pale shoulder before her.
She took a deep breath, replacing one shallow breath, her eyes tired and fierce, lowering her head, desperately biting into Baili An’s shoulder.
Blood appeared instantly, the cold taste spreading between her lips, then sliding down her throat, swallowed in a desperate attempt to survive.
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