Infusion of Demonic Qi

The demonic cultivator was right at Yan Shu's feet, practically next to her.

With such close proximity and lightning-fast speed, the people present had no time to react. Even the Demon King, whose cultivation was the highest in the cultivation world, was helpless in the face of this nearly immediate situation.

The only fortunate thing was that Yan Shu hadn't put away the Thunder Dragon, and the Thunder Dragon had coiled around her. Additionally, her natural instinct made her lean backward just in time, so the demonic cultivator's clawed hand merely scraped past her neck.

Nevertheless, Yan Shu was still injured.

The demonic qi on her neck wound was rapidly seeping into her skin, following her veins and piercing towards her heart at a breakneck pace.

However, no one present, except for Yan Shu and the observant Xiao Jihan, noticed anything unusual. After all, to others, it seemed like a minor injury that could easily be cleared using spiritual energy.