Jiang Qi stared intently at the Snow Core, perceiving the immense energy it contained, but simultaneously sensing the danger of the Demonic Qi.
The Demonic Qi hadn't eroded the essence of the Snow Core, but instead, it coiled around it like poisonous snakes, seemingly poised to strike, with unforeseen consequences if inadvertently touched.
Jiang Qi extended his hand, letting a faint stream of Demonic Qi flow from his palm, cautiously touching the Demonic Qi surrounding the Snow Core.
He attempted to use his own power to strip the Demonic Qi away from the Snow Core, but the Qi clung tenaciously as if it were alive, refusing to relinquish its grip easily.
Beads of sweat seeped from Jiang Qi's forehead, and his frown deepened.
Although this Supreme Treasure could bring great power, if mishandled, it might invite even greater calamity.
Moreover, he couldn't remove the Demonic Qi for now.
