Seventy-two Netherworld Lamps burst with an eerie purple radiance, illuminating the bridal chamber as if a galaxy had overturned. Ye Li's dark iron battle armor peeled away piece by piece, exposing the winding, dark gold patterns across her back.
"Place your hand on my Spirit Platform acupoint and circulate your White Star Core."
As Jiang Feng pressed his palm against her ice-cold Spirit Platform acupoint, the demon-patterned chains hanging from the dome suddenly came to life, hoisting the two of them into the middle of the room like pythons. The ancient runes on the surface of the chains glowed with a blood-red light, leaving scorching marks on their skin with every contraction.
Chapter 767