Ophelia's Poison

"Hiss—!"

Amid a piercing rush of air, countless miasma hands tore through the sky, palms spread as though they meant to drag whatever they caught straight into hell. Like an avalanche, they surged forward.

Wherever the miasma hands passed, rubble corroded and the ground eroded, as though invisible magma had flowed over it. In an instant, it turned into charred black sand, releasing a foul, bloody stench that filled the entire space.

Anyone who saw this scene would instinctively have only one thought.

—Run.

Otherwise, even the slightest touch would allow the incredibly toxic miasma to seep into the body, instantly robbing it of all strength.

But if he ran, where could he run to?

The avalanche-like miasma hands had already covered an area half a kilometer around them, filling every corner of the ruins with poisonous smoke and miasma. There was nowhere to escape.

Thus, countless miasma hands surged forth like raging ocean waves, sweeping down from all directions toward the slender figure standing atop the ruins, a pure white sword of light in hand.

Before long, the countless miasma hands swallowed that tiny figure.

As easily as swallowing a grain of sand.

Yet in the next instant, countless sword lights flashed within them.

"Flash Sheath—Spiral!"

Storm-like slashes formed a sphere two meters in diameter. Like streaks of brilliant light, they met the countless surging miasma hands head-on.

"Splat—splat—splat—!"

Amid the unceasing sounds of cutting, the massive miasma hands were cleanly severed one after another by brilliant sword lights. Like darkness dispelled by light, they vanished without a trace.

Within those spiraling slashes of sword light, Fang Li merely raised his head and looked ahead.

In his Ice-Blue Demon Eyes, a world composed of "death" unfolded with perfect clarity.

That included Ophelia, whose entire body was wrapped in poisonous