'Luckily, I made an Inter-transfer Array,' Rhys breathed a sigh of relief.
He focused his will, reaching for the small, intricate formation he had hidden under the sand near his feet. It was his final safety net, a teleportation array that would take him far away from this disaster.
He just needed one second to activate it.
But as he tried to pour his Qi into the array, something far more horrible happened. He couldn't move.
'What's going on?'
It was not an external force that held him. It was a power from within. The Tempest Djinn core in his dantian, the Tyrant-grade power he had been so proud of, began to act on its own.
It flared chaotically, rejecting his commands of control. It wasn't attacking him; instead, it was pulling his body down and anchoring him to this spot.
The Malevolent Spirit, which had been preparing to attack, suddenly stopped. Its single, burning red eye fixed on Rhys with a new, hungry expression.
