Of course, these guesses and deductions offered no help whatsoever in defeating or suppressing the Bizarre Poison King.
To kill it, the only way was through utterly unmatched power.
It was not only Yan Libing who had fallen into despair. Even Horse-Face Ghost, still locked in relentless battle with the poisonous claws, felt his heart turn ice-cold when he diverted his attention and discovered the Poison King's true body.
He had thought he had already tied down the vast majority of the Poison King's hidden power. Its true body's strength should have been extremely weak, something the Lei Family could handle and stall.
But reality struck him like a brutal hammer blow. The disparity between his power and the Poison King's was simply too vast.
Perhaps they were both at the Grandmaster level, but his power index might only have been in the teens, while the Poison King's stood at ninety-nine.
Just one step away from breaking through to Great Grandmaster, just one step away from entering another realm.
Yet even that single step had stretched the gap in their martial strength to a horrifying degree.
Even with Shadow Mountain's inheritance and his own extraordinary talent, he could see no hope of survival.
Perhaps only by gathering the strength of Ox-Head God, Horse-Face Ghost, and even Lei Wanche could they possibly fight the Bizarre Poison King.
For now, they could only hope that the boy from Imperial Capital City had a formidable Trump Card and could take down the Poison King.
Yan Libing was incredibly tense. Facing the three-headed, six-armed Poison King, he did not even dare breathe heavily. The pressure radiating from the creature blanketed heaven and earth, and all his focus fell upon the bright-red Withered Heart Marrow, thick with the stench of blood, hanging from his lowered