634 The Peerless Spirit of the Immortals

For seven days straight, Orson had been locked in brutal combat against Heaven Demons, body and mind stretched to the brink. He hardly slept, barely rested.

Nearby, Aeloria panted heavily, lying on the ground as she licked a wound on her wing.

Beneath her elegant neck ran a savage, meter-wide gash that cut to the bone—left by her melee with the Venomfire Scorpion King. Even after three or four days, it still festered with a nauseating stench.

The Venomfire Scorpion King wasn't technically of royal Heaven Demon blood, lacking any King's Authority.

But its real combat power far exceeded that of Infinite Dimensions King-class NPCs, and its advanced venom was especially sinister.

Once poisoned, even Aeloria's Death Body Domination could only restore her health—it couldn't purge the toxin.

She was forced to endure its full ten-day duration.

Boom!