For Zhao Honglie, this process was excruciatingly painful. His face twisted with agony, and he hurriedly clutched his chest, desperately trying to stop the Demonic Qi inside him from dissipating.
At this moment, under the joint assault of Lin Tianhao and the others, numerous cracks appeared on the black barrier formed by the array, teetering on the edge of collapse.
Seeing this, a resolute glint flashed through Zhao Honglie's eyes as the bone wings on his back speared into his own body like deadly lances.
In the next instant, the unrefined Demon General's blood hidden within Zhao Honglie's body resurfaced once more.