"This is bad!"
Feng Wuji's expression changed drastically.
He tried to break free, only to find his opponent's strength was astonishingly great, while his own seemed to be slowly draining away.
He could only grit his teeth, struggling to maintain the tower's chains while simultaneously protecting his own Bloodline.
And just like that, the two of them were locked in a stalemate.
One was trapped by the Demon Suppression Tower, the other seized by the Demon Lord's claws.
Neither could do anything to the other.
However, even though both were immobilized, it was hardly an even match.
The purple demonic qi was visibly corroding Feng Wuji's body, and dark purple markings began to slowly appear on his skin.
If this continued, the ultimate victor would inevitably be the Purple Nether Demon Lord.
"Kekekeke…"
"Once I devour your Emperor Realm flesh and soul, I will be one step closer to the legendary Divine Realm!"
The Purple Nether Demon Lord laughed with wild arrogance.
