Chapter 722 How Is That Possible


    N?velDrama.Org holds this content.


    As the minutes passed and the strength to retaliate started to fade, Lyanna’s face was flushed and her


    breathing became pants for air.


    Poison King savored the sight of Lyanna writhing with difort on his bed as he sipped the bottle of


    wine at a leisurely pace.


    “You look exactly like her,” he repeated. “You have no idea how much that turns me on. You’ll be begging


    for me to take you any moment now.”


    Poison King was in no hurry. He knew that the drug needed time in his victim’s system to reach its full


    potency. When it does, she will be my very own nympho.


    The fever arising from the pit of her stomach was beginning to cloud her judgment. For some reason,


    Poison King was beginning to look irresistible to her. Lyanna felt a mad impulse driven by a vast, urgent


    emptiness within her to pounce on him and have him fill her void.


    Clinging on to thest shred of her rationality for dear life, Lyanna resisted her urges. Her lips were


    bloody from being bitten down to ovee the impulse. Shaking uncontrobly, her hands began to


    w at her cor to dissipate the suffocative heat around her neck.


    “Keep going, girl. Let’s see how much longer you can fight it.” Poison King leered as he took another


    gulp of wine.


    At that same moment not far away, Jared stood up slowly and smiled in satisfaction at the corpses of the


    poisonous creatures that littered the floor.


    Although he had not managed to break through to the next level, it had brought him much closer by


    allowing him to replenish his elixir field.


    “I wonder how Lyanna is doing,” he muttered to himself as he gazed about the room, realizing with a start


    that he hadpletely lost track of time.


    With a ferocious kick, he removed the metal door from its hinges only to realize via a glimpse at the


    outside world that night was already upon them.


    Circumventing the sentries, Jared arrived stealthily at her bedroom to notify her of his wellbeing.


    To his surprise, her bedroom was empty.


    It’s the middle of the night. Where else could she be?


    With a sudden sense of foreboding, Jared dashed out of Lyanna’s bedroom and headed straight for


    Poison King’s chambers.


    Meanwhile, Lyanna had already removed her top. Poison King’s eyes gleamed with suspense at the


    sight of her red undergarments.


    “Hahaha! Twenty years of work!” he proimed, his eyes remaining fixed on Lyanna. “All for this


    moment.”


    Lyanna was drenched in sweat from the sheer exertion of controlling her lust. Sumbing to the effects


    of the aphrodisiac, she found thest traces of her resolve slipping from her grasp.


    In her desperation, she had even consideredmitting suicide by biting her tongue. Unfortunately, she


    no longer had the strength to do so.


    The drug had saturated her bloodstream. Her pale skin was so flushed with anticipation that even a


    breeze would send her over the edge.


    Just as Lyanna was about to remove thest of her undergarments, the sound of ss shattering


    preceded Jared’s sudden arrival, to Poison King’s shock.


    Were my poisonous creatures unable to even make a dent on him? How is that possible?


    Jared ignored Poison King. Instead, he strode over to the bed where Lyannay, almostpletely


    naked, and grabbed her hand to initiate the transfer of spiritual energy into her body.


    Lyanna lost control the moment she saw Jared. “Give it to me!” she moaned as she threw herself on him


    and kissed his neck. “Give it to me, please! I can’t take it anymore!”


    Driven mad with lust, Lyanna wed at Jared’s clothes, ripping them to shreds.