You Forced My Hand

His body was like a rainbow, shifting and darting unpredictably. Streams of Light kept flashing over the Crag Mountain Saber, the Sharpness Spirit Pattern maintained almost constantly. Wherever the blade reached, nothing could withstand it; even the Golden Corpse King's powerful physique could not block Lu Ye's killing force at this moment.

Piece after piece of flesh was shaved away. In just the short ten breaths since Lu Ye had activated the Beast Transformation Secret Technique, great swaths of flesh had gone missing from the Golden Corpse King's body, and golden bones were exposed in many places.

Lan Ziyi's spirits rose. If the situation kept developing like this, it would not be long before the Golden Corpse King died without a doubt.

Yet just as she thought this, the Golden Corpse King suddenly turned his head and looked at Jujia, who was close at hand. Immediately afterward, he opened his ferocious maw, and as he roared, a cloud of dense golden fog surged from his mouth. The instant that golden fog left his lips, it exploded with a boom and spread in all directions.

Everyone's figures were swallowed up at once.

"Origin Corpse Poison!" Lan Ziyi's expression changed abruptly.

Some slightly stronger members of the Corpse Race could all activate Origin Corpse Poison. As the strongest among the Corpse Race, how could the Golden Corpse King possibly be unable to use it?

Yang Yuan had suffered a great loss from it before.

In fact, from the very beginning of the clash with the Golden Corpse King, Lan Ziyi had been on guard against this matter the whole time and had also done her best not to let herself suffer direct injuries from the Golden Corpse King.

Because according to previous experience, Origin Corpse Poison required the Corpse Race to inflict