No wonder the Amethyst Flying Scorpion had drawn a lightning tribulation when breaking through to the fifth rank—it had indeed undergone a mutation.
Even a fourth-rank high-grade demon beast would be reduced to a pool of blood after being struck by this new divine ability. It was far more powerful than mere poisonous mist. Poisonous mist could be blocked with treasures, but the purple light was a physical attack.
Han Changming formed a hand seal and lightly stomped his right foot on the ground.
A dull rumble came from below. A hundred-zhang-tall yellow giant burrowed out of the earth and strode toward the Amethyst Flying Scorpion.
With a flick of Han Changming's sleeve, a gleaming yellow flying knife shot out and flew straight at the Amethyst Flying Scorpion.
The Amethyst Flying Scorpion's eyes lit up again, and two beams of purple light shot forth, striking the yellow giant and the yellow flying knife respectively.
The yellow giant's body visibly transformed into a huge chunk of purple amber, and the yellow flying knife likewise became a chunk of purple amber.
Han Changming could clearly see the yellow giant's body slowly melting away. The yellow flying knife was a low-grade magic treasure, so it was fine for the moment.
After the time it took to drink a cup of tea, the yellow giant had vanished completely. The yellow flying knife showed signs of corrosion, covered in rust, its spiritual radiance dim.
This divine ability was more effective against living creatures and somewhat weaker against inanimate objects. Perhaps it was because living creatures had blood, and the poison became more potent upon touching blood.
The Amethyst Flying Scorpion let out a delighted hiss, flew into the sky, and circled Han Changming restlessly, seemingly asking for something.
Han Changming took out a sac-like object