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At this moment, the Demon Jiao Soul Saint had been completely blinded by rage.

The dozen or so Fallen Spirit Masters he had brought had been wiped out in mere moments. The only one still barely clinging to life, the Bone Whip Soul Emperor, was now lying on the ground convulsing all over, clearly not far from death.

Fallen Spirit Masters had always been cold-blooded. High-ranking Spirit Masters viewed their lower-ranking subordinates as disposable pawns, but even pawns had to be able to serve some purpose.

Yet his dozen or so men had been kicked to death like stray dogs by the roadside. They had not even served the slightest purpose before vanishing into nothingness.

How could he possibly swallow this insult?

"I'll make you pay for this in blood!"

The Demon Jiao Soul Saint's eyes were bloodshot. The withered bone jiao scales covering his body erupted with an icy gleam. He no longer cared about the plan to "leave survivors."

All that remained in his eyes was boundless killing intent.

"Fourth Soul Skill, Demon Jiao Corrosive Mist!"

The fourth black Soul Ring beneath his feet suddenly lit up. Dense Soul Power surged wildly as he threw open his blood-filled maw, spewing out a stream of thick purple corrosive poison mist like a gushing spring.

The purple poison mist carried a nauseating stench of rot and blood as it instantly swept across a hundred-meter radius.

Wherever it passed, the air was violently corroded, releasing piercing hissing sounds. The scattered stones on the ground turned into foul-smelling pus the moment they touched the toxic mist.

"Children, fall back!"

Elder Huang's expression darkened, and he had no time to think.

He knew full well how potent the poison of a poison-type Soul Saint's Martial Soul was. Enhanced by a Soul Skill, once