As the True Qi circulated, Yang Cheng took a long breath, the pain eased a bit, but the next second the pain surged like a tide, causing him to let out a muffled groan, sweat steadily dripping from his forehead.
"How could this happen, I clearly tried my best to suppress it."
Feng Jiuge was quite surprised. She had been constantly channeling True Qi without the slightest slack, yet she still couldn't shake off the control of the witchcraft. It was clear that the spellcaster had already detected their resistance and was suppressing them with all their might.
The Yang Cheng before her was breathing chaotically, unprecedentedly weak, his firm chest heaving, his eyes slightly opening as he trembled and said, "Let Lin Wen come in and Dual Cultivate with me."
