After the tremendous explosion came a vast spread of blood mist in four colors: dark green, bright red, deep purple, and golden yellow.
The four-colored blood mist was clearly highly toxic. The moment it met the wind, it immediately radiated outward in all directions. Wherever it passed, not a blade of grass remained; all was scorched yellow, vitality extinguished. It might not recover even after decades or centuries.
Even more terrifying, after the four blood mists intertwined and merged, they produced a black toxic fog like storm clouds in the sky, carrying a dense aura of ill omen.
Shen Zhihang and Mo Li were both Peak Innate Masters with exceptional combat power. They had also been quite wary of the Death Thunder Guard. The instant Meng Zhao spoke his warning, they sensed that something was wrong. They employed their movement arts to evade and used their abundant True Essence to keep the poisoned blood outside their bodies, avoiding the first wave of toxic harm.
Yet the mixed black poison fog was so tyrannical that it even corroded the protective True Essence around their bodies.
Though they deliberately expended True Essence to reinforce their barriers, it placed an enormous drain on their stamina and blood vitality. They would likely remain weakened for a long time afterward before they could make up for it.
Thus, neither dared remain near the poison fog. After several flashes, they returned to the ritual platform. Gone was the effortless ease they had displayed when striking earlier; now they looked somewhat disheveled.
Meng Zhao sighed. "Thunder arts truly are unfathomably wondrous. Fire thunder, water thunder, poison thunder, weapon thunder, and more—all possess astonishing destructive power.
"Like the Death Sword Guard, the Death Thunder Guard entrusted their lives the day they were selected. Besides being proficient in thunder