The howl erupted strangely and violently, carrying a desperate intent of death and annihilation. Its nature was like a barrel of potent fire oil, detonating the Abyss Zone before rebounding into the Material Layer. A wave of interference surged through, vicious and venomous.
Even with Wang Yong's abilities, his eardrums ached slightly and his mind went momentarily blank. But that did not affect his judgment.
"It's Black Lion. The Poison Curse he left behind."
Black Lion was a master who ran rampant through Black Africa, studying death, annihilation, pestilence, and curses. Given the importance of that "tumor," it was only natural to leave behind a contingency. But it had not gone off when Ronan had "blacked out" earlier. Why fire after the fact now... what was that supposed to mean?
Caught off guard, Wang Yong was swept by the Poison Curse and suffered a minor setback. Tu Ge, standing at the explosive point of the curse, naturally took an even greater impact.
Wang Yong saw distinct ripples appear around the sleeve cuff where Tu Ge had crushed the "tumor." They traveled upward, making his upper body lean back slightly, while the blood vessel at his neck swelled faintly...
But that was all.
Tu Ge casually flicked away the remaining scraps of flesh and blood from his palm. There was still no visible change on the half of his face covered by sunglasses.
This man's cultivation was truly unfathomable.
Even as Wang Yong sighed inwardly, he overcame the intangible effects of Black Lion's Poison Curse. His fingers hooked into the fabric at the back of Takar's vest, and he yanked hard.
"Come back!"
Wang Yong was not merely pulling at his clothes. He forcibly suppressed Takar's wild and violent force field, preventing it from affecting Tu Ge in any way—though Tu