The night passed in the blink of an eye.
At dawn the next morning, the two armies formed ranks and faced each other.
Lü Yue left camp with Chen Geng and stood before the formation, his arrogance blazing.
When those in Western Qi's ranks caught sight of Lü Yue, sneers spread across their faces. Nezha stepped forward first and mocked him loudly. "Well, if it isn't the plague immortal Lü Yue! Not long ago, someone beat you into a headlong flight. How do you have the nerve to show your face here again? Aren't you ashamed of making a spectacle of yourself?"
At these taunting words, Western Qi's soldiers and commanders chuckled, their laughter dripping with scorn.
Exposed before everyone, Lü Yue's face turned black as ink. Fury surged within him as he snapped coldly, "Enough of your insolence! The one who defeated me the other day was no junior like you! That expert has already left. You younger disciples of the Chan Sect are no match for me!"
With that, he said no more. His figure flashed forward, charging at them amid a sky full of plague poison and Savage Qi.
Undaunted, Nezha stepped out with his Fire-Tipped Spear to meet him, and the two were instantly locked in combat.
Yet after only a few exchanges, Nezha's expression grew increasingly grave, alarm rising secretly in his heart.
Lü Yue had returned with greatly strengthened Divine Abilities. Every move he made carried a strange plague poison that seeped into every gap.
This poison specifically targeted immortal bodies, clinging relentlessly to its victims.
Though Nezha feared no ordinary poison, this specially prepared plague poison wrapped around him layer upon layer. His fighting strength was steadily suppressed and weakened. The longer he fought, the more his hands and feet felt bound, leaving