The Lock Poison cultivated through his own Righteous Law Art could produce all manner of effects at Wei He's will.
At present, the Lock Poison combinations he was most skilled with fell into three categories.
Lethal, tracking, and torture.
The first was the lethal Lock Poison, the modified Soul-Falling Incense. It was unsuitable here.
The tracking type, the modified Soul Chasing Incense, was only used when pursuing someone to kill them.
The final torture type, the modified Point God Incense, was the one he used most often. It could plunge a person into the agony of begging for death yet being unable to die.
This was Wei He's favorite move.
After all, death was often a very simple thing. Being tortured to the bitter end was what truly terrified people.
"Sir..." The instant Dong Baihua's eyes met his pupils, she knew something was wrong.
If she had merely been an ordinary bandit, that would have been one thing; she would not have been able to read anything into it. But her origins were far from those of a mere bandit. Her activities along this border war zone were also in response to orders from within the cult.
Thus, compared to ordinary bandits, she was vastly more knowledgeable and experienced.
It was precisely because of this that she could see the absolute confidence in this man's eyes.
"You..." Dong Baihua's pupils contracted as she prepared to say what came next.
But before the words could leave her mouth, Wei He's rapidly enlarging figure was reflected in her eyes.
A deadly, terrifying threat surged from the depths of her heart.
Every hair on her body stood on end, and an icy chill shot up her spine to the crown of her head.
On instinct, she gripped her longbow in both hands and