As soon as the sinister energy surged into his body, Yang Cheng felt a wave of paralysis.
At the same time, a chill rushed from the soles of his feet straight to the crown of his head.
What's going on?
For a moment, Yang Cheng was bewildered, and immediately activated his Cultivation Technique to suppress the sinister energy using Spiritual Energy.
However, to his shock once again, he found that the Spiritual Energy had no effect on the sinister energy.
"Yang Cheng, what happened?"
At this moment, Meng Yao noticed the paleness on Yang Cheng's face, especially when his lips turned black and purple, she was startled and quickly asked.
"I'm fine, maybe I just got tired earlier. Let me rest for a bit and I'll be okay."
Yang Cheng didn't know how to explain some things to Meng Yao, so he just found a random excuse.
After speaking, he took a step back, separating his body from Meng Yao, and immediately sat cross-legged on the bed, starting to resist the sinister energy.
