Deep within the forest, poisonous mist filled the air.
Dugu Bo stood quietly in place, his expression cold as he looked down at Yu Xiaogang, who was continuously coughing up blood and swaying on the verge of collapse. His tone was calm, yet carried an overwhelming sense of oppression. Every word was icy and struck straight at the heart.
"To be honest, you're very weak."
"If you weren't merely a Two-Ring Soul Grandmaster today, but had reached the Soul Ancestor or even Soul King level, then with the three of you joining forces and using a Martial Soul Fusion Skill, defeating you so easily wouldn't have been possible."
Unfortunately, there were no ifs.
Yu Xiaogang's strength was pitifully low, and his weakness was obvious at a glance.
Killing intent suddenly condensed in Dugu Bo's eyes as his voice turned vicious. "Among the three of you, you're the weakest, the most useless, and the least capable. I'll start with you, then. I'll send you on your way first!"
At that moment, the Poison Douluo no longer held back. The intent to kill had completely taken root in his heart.
The space behind him trembled faintly as clusters of crystalline emerald light rose one after another, hovering quietly behind his back.
The green light swayed, its color strange and sinister.
Within every sphere of light was sealed incomparably violent poisonous Soul Power, carrying terrifying might capable of destroying heaven and earth. Even the lingering force leaking from them caused the surrounding vegetation to wither, while the air became so heavy it was suffocating.
Yu Xiaogang, slumped on the ground, felt his heart clench violently.
He was seriously wounded and weak, with his Soul Power nearly exhausted, yet he could still clearly sense the terrifying force contained within those emerald spheres.
Those were