C303 Like the Sunrise in the Clouds

Seven days later

Outside the Phoenix Palace, within the Eight Trigrams Yin Yang Array, Zhang Jiuling's voice was getting weaker and weaker. Blood seeped out of the corners of his tightly shut eyes, nose, ears, and lips.

The sky was still very dark. It was the darkest time before dawn, and the surroundings were as quiet as a cemetery with a strange atmosphere. As for the incantations