My hand was imbued with Shamanic Rune Qi, carrying a corrosive effect of its own.
Anyone I wounded would be injured...
The several evil cultivators around us were all shocked when they saw it.
They had probably never seen a method like mine...
The five of us charged at the front, while Uncle Yu stayed behind us.
He already held the Corrosive Soup he had prepared.
This was also a stronger poisonous soup that Uncle Yu could only brew after his cultivation had improved.
Though it was called soup, it was actually a poisonous liquid capable of corroding spiritual bodies and flesh-and-blood bodies alike, even more terrifying than sulfuric acid.
It was black and odorless.
True Qi had to be continuously infused into it, otherwise this corrosive poison would solidify and eventually turn into hard stone powder.
Uncle Yu would casually splash a bamboo tube of Corrosive Soup onto an evil cultivator, then use True Qi to disperse it.
Compared with my Shamanic Rune Qi, Uncle Yu's Corrosive Soup was the truly formidable one.
The first few evil cultivators had all been corroded beyond recognition by the Corrosive Soup. Even their three souls and seven spirits suffered severe damage. It was horrifying...
At that moment, a ghost cultivator tried to ambush me.
Uncle Yu splashed another bamboo tube of Corrosive Soup onto the ghost cultivator.
That ghost cultivator was not weak. He possessed cultivation at the peak of the Essence Soul Realm.
In terms of strength, he could have easily beaten Uncle Yu.
But when Uncle Yu splashed the soup onto his face, the ghost cultivator instantly let out a piercing scream.
"Ahhh..."
Black smoke rose from his entire face as it was corroded with a sizzle, sizzle, sizzle, and he rolled about continuously on the ground.
Seeing the opportunity,