"Extreme Yin, you dared to poison and murder me! I will tear you to pieces and throw your soul into Myriad Serpent Cave, where ten thousand serpents will gnaw at it day and night!" Crimson-Scaled King roared with terrifying fury.
Yet the Bone-Bloom Flower poison had already spread throughout her body. Not a scrap of healthy flesh remained; her skin and serpent scales had all fallen away, exposing the rotting black flesh beneath.
That blackened flesh continued to flake off, making her look like a corpse puppet that had suffered grievous damage.
Though she appeared fierce and imposing, terror filled her heart.
The virulent poison had not only invaded her dantian, but was also eating away at her demon core, leaving her unable to mobilize even a trace of demon essence. Her physical body had likewise been badly damaged, and she could not exert much of her strength at all.
What chilled her to the marrow even more was that the cave abode where that lowly wretch Extreme Yin lived had once been personally built by her for Qing Lian. Aside from herself, it could block the senses of any other eighth-rank Demon King.
In other words, outsiders could not detect the slightest disturbance within the cave abode. That meant no one would come to her aid.
Unless...
Song Wen said nothing. Dozens of blood-red tentacles emerged from his body and swept toward Crimson-Scaled King, blotting out the sky and covering the earth.
Crimson-Scaled King had been struck by a deadly poison, and this was her weakest moment. Given a little time, she might have been able to suppress the poison or devise an antidote. By then, she would have been far more difficult to deal with.
Both Crimson-Scaled King's body and the demon core within her dantian had suffered