Yi Gong had imagined the scene of opening the seventh meridian many times, but he never expected it to be like this!
Tuan Zi held the Ancestral Golden Feather and separated a portion of her pure bloodline power to forcefully open his meridians!
Every part of his body seemed to be torn apart bit by bit, and intense pain came. Yi Gong's face was pale, and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.
He panicked and wanted to break free, but how could she let him?
His mind was almost blank. Only the scarlet-gold flames burning in front of him were hot and terrifying!
As the First Elder of the red-gold heavenly phoenix clan, he had never thought that this flame would actually cause him such pain one day.
He wanted to call for help, but he realized that his throat was already being strangled by an invisible force. He could only be silently forced to bear all of this.
