Demonic Blood
Jun Changxiao had told countless lies and done countless improper things in his life, but this time, he was exceptionally solemn and serious, because he, too, was human. That was all.
"Demon Emperor."
"Just you wait!"
"Ah!"
All of a sudden, Jun Changxiao screamed.
The moment the words left his mouth, an incomparably sinister power erupted within him and charged madly toward his Sea of Consciousness.
Although Little Fire and Little Evil immediately reacted, that power came like a raging tide and shattered layer upon layer of defenses in an instant.
The entire process was brief, but the pain it brought was excruciating.
Thud!
Jun Changxiao dropped to one knee, his face twisted in agony.
"Quick!"
The system said urgently, "Throw away the Battle Armor!"
That virus-like power that had suddenly erupted came from the Battle Armor stained with Demonic Blood.
Gu Xuanyuan had said that it must never be worn unless it was a matter of life and death, but he had forgotten to warn him that he must not have any physical contact with it either!
Dog Brother had rarely been serious for once, yet he just had to pick up the Battle Armor. This was truly the most lethal kind of courting death without even realizing it.
The terrifying sinister power swept through everything like splitting bamboo. Even with Little Fire and Little Evil resisting with all their might, it was to no avail.
"Ah————"
His screams echoed through the stone chamber.
Whenever protagonists from other stories encountered the slightest setback, readers would accuse the author of tormenting the protagonist. But my readers were already overjoyed at this point, even beating gongs, drums, and setting off firecrackers in celebration.
"Husband, what's wrong?"
Seeing the pain on Jun Changxiao's face, Flower Rose's eyes filled with worry.