Hum—
Hum—
Hum—
Feng Yanning sat upright on the platform.
Beneath the White Jade High Platform, strands of Blood Threads extended outward, connecting to glass jars.
As Feng Yanning activated the Secret Technique, the demonic beasts in the glass jars snapped their eyes open one after another. They seemed to have all awakened from their slumber and struggled to escape.
But it was too late.
As the Blood Threads connected to the glass jars, the demonic beasts visibly shriveled.
Their flesh, organs, and even bones... all turned into energy, flowing continuously along the Blood Threads into Feng Yanning's body.
Waves of energy radiated from Feng Yanning throughout the Secret Chamber.
Stronger and stronger.
Stronger and stronger.
Feng Yanning kept his eyes closed as he absorbed the energy, but he could not stop the corners of his mouth from lifting.
Such powerful energy!
He could clearly feel himself growing stronger, stronger by the moment!
This Secret Technique far exceeded his expectations!
Feng Yanning truly felt that the bottleneck to becoming a King was within reach. Soon, he would break through it.
Old Madman stood at the entrance to the Secret Chamber, watching the magnificent spectacle in silence for a long time.
Feng Zi lay on the ground, also struggling to raise his head to watch the scene before him.
"Brother Feng, you're being foolish! That treacherous bastard Feng Yanning already has what he wants. He's definitely going to kill us."
"Zi Er, you think too poorly of the Feng Family Patriarch. I believe he'll keep his promise."
Keep his promise?
Feng Zi could not help laughing.
He would sooner believe pigs could climb trees than believe Feng Yanning would keep his promise.
It's over.
It's all over.
Feng Zi was utterly despondent.
But he failed to notice the fleeting mockery in