Chen Yu only felt the poison inside him surging like a raging tide, as if tens of millions of fine needles were stabbing him at once. Every inch of skin, every bit of muscle and bone endured indescribable agony.
Though the Nine Yang Divine Skill was boundlessly powerful, before this surging tide of poison, it seemed somewhat stretched thin, unable to fully suppress it.
The acupoint-sealing technique he had just used came from the Acupuncture Chapter of the Nine Yin Manual, skillfully drawing all the poison from his internal organs toward his liver, attempting to have the liver's toughness bear it first.
In his heart, he silently recited the mental formula of the Nine Yang Divine Skill, using that matchless Pure Yang force to forcibly suppress the sudden rampage of the poisonous tide.
However, how could You Guangzhou give him any chance to catch his breath so easily?
Seeing that Chen Yu was already deeply poisoned, a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth. His figure flashed like a ghost, closing in on Chen Yu once more.
With a light wave of his hand, a dense, ink-black poisonous mist rushed straight toward Chen Yu's face.
This was a strange variant of his Second Soul Skill, "Dark Serpent Breath." Hidden within the poisonous mist were countless tiny, silk-thin serpent souls. Once they touched the body, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Chen Yu endured the severe pain, and a faint layer of red light rose around his body. That red light was scorching like the blazing sun, the ultimate manifestation of the protective glow of the Nine Yang Divine Skill.
When the poisonous mist touched this red light, it was as if it had met an insurmountable barrier. It was repelled one after another, turning into wisps of black smoke