C75 Suppression of the Realm

Bathed in moonlight, Qin Biao sat cross-legged on a tree branch, his body enveloped in a silver light that lent him an otherworldly aura. At that moment, he had already assimilated more than half of the Demonic Cire in his grasp. Abruptly, Qin Biao's eyes snapped open, and he clutched his chest, coughing up a mouthful of foul blood, as the radiant light around him vanished