Because of the cultivation method they practiced, a devil cultivator's physical body was extremely important.
Although Xu Chunniang's abdominal wound was not fatal, her opponents were two Poison Dragons who worked together seamlessly, no easy foes to deal with.
Moreover, the Poison Dragon Horn carried a deadly toxin, even more poisonous than scorpion venom.
Almost the instant the Poison Dragon Horn pierced through her, the wound in her abdomen began to fester.
The devilish energy within her was also suppressed by the poison, slowly congealing.
Yet Xu Chunniang lowered her head, glanced at her injuries and the Poison Dragon Horn piercing her abdomen, then smiled without a care.
The last time she had come so close to death was when she had forcibly broken through the barrier in Ghostly Soul Valley.
Traveling upstream through Ghostly Soul Valley had undoubtedly gone against the natural laws that existed within it.
For that, she had paid an enormous price. Even her divine soul, which had only recently reached Spirit Transformation, had nearly scattered.
But afterward, she had slain hundreds of millions of low-ranking Devil Race members, recovered her strength, and discovered Netherflame and the Demon Suppressing Stone deep within the valley.
The feeling of struggling within desperate straits, constantly shattering shackles and breaking through herself, was simply too wonderful.
Ignoring her continuously festering wound and the rapidly congealing devilish energy within her, Xu Chunniang chuckled and gripped the Poison Dragon Horn tightly.
Because she gripped it too hard, even the injury on her left hand split open.
The Poison Dragon female cultivator, who had been sent flying by the demon wolf, heard that low laughter and immediately felt a bad premonition. Uneasily, she looked toward Xu Chunniang.
The Poison Dragon male cultivator who had stabbed Xu Chunniang also instinctively tensed, trying to yank