Inside a warm room, Huang Jiang, the Demon Extermination Department's once-imposing Monster Slaying Envoy, lay on the bed, his face pale and his breath faint.
Ghostly energy coiled around his body, coursing up and down.
A bloody hole gaped at his waist and abdomen, black energy billowing from it.
He lay bare-chested on the bed while Daoist Zixuan of Shangqing Temple sat beside him, casting spell after spell to dispel the demonic energy that had seeped into his body.
However, Daoist Zixuan was ultimately only a Fourth Realm master. Although he commanded the power of Purple Heaven Divine Thunder and could ward off evil, his control over thunder was merely average.
And the demonic energy he faced had been left behind by Niangniang Rong, a peak Fifth-Realm powerhouse. It was exceedingly difficult to deal with.
Earlier, he had spent a full two hours, drenched in sweat from head to toe, just to barely remove a wisp of demonic energy from Huang Jiang—one so faint it could hardly be weaker.
At that rate, it would take at least ten years to heal Huang Jiang's injuries.
Huang Jiang had been a Fifth-Realm Monster Slaying Envoy, once the greatest martial arts prodigy in Wanlin Prefecture.
Even now, gravely wounded and on the brink of death, he remained as calm as still water.
It was as if the ghastly, severe wounds on his body had nothing to do with him.
Huang Jiang gave a faint smile and waved at True Person Zixuan. "Daoist, there's no need to waste your strength. Niangniang Rong inflicted these wounds. A trace of the Power of Law remains in them. It's no use."
True Person Zixuan's face darkened. "My lord, please let this poor Daoist try again!"
Huang Jiang could only manage a helpless smile. "It's no use. With