On the Brink of Death

The Power of Misfortune had been suppressed, yet after only three breaths, Xiao Chen was already in this state?

Qiongqi had not expected the Power of Misfortune to be so tyrannical!

"Lord Yellow... Lord Yellow, I don't feel right! Is there really no danger?" Xiao Chen was overwhelmed by despair, his heart ashes and spirit spent. Fear and pain engulfed him. Something was wrong—nothing like this had ever happened when he comprehended the Dao before. This was far too dangerous.

Qiongqi fell silent, unable to answer.

The incident had come too suddenly. He had not expected things to turn out like this. He had originally believed that with the Evil Curse's power suppressed to such an extent, Xiao Chen's comprehension would make this as easy as turning his hand over!

Though he was the Progenitor Demon God of the Demon Race, he knew very little about the Path of Calamity.

No normal human or demon would seek to comprehend such a thing. Anything touched by misfortune symbolized disaster and ill omen.

"Lord Yellow?"

"Say... say something!"

Xiao Chen panicked, yet no one answered.

He suddenly realized that he had been deceived.

At the same time, Qiongqi's expression turned grave. It was not that he did not want to respond, but that he had never encountered such a situation and had no idea what to say!

"Red, you dead yet?"

"Get lost! You're not dead, so how could I possibly die before you? What the hell do you want?"

"Kid Chen is comprehending the Path of Calamity. It's only been three breaths, and he's already about to die. What's going on?" Qiongqi asked. Hong Chidao's Truefire was the bane of all evil, and he had once slain several giant demons possessing the Power of Misfortune. Perhaps he knew something about the