Soul-Splitting

The Poison Flood Dragon moved its massive head and glanced at Song Wen.

The tiny human before it had forced its hand time and again, making it suffer no end.

Its heart brimmed with hatred for this human, but it was weaker than him. It could only submit and cling to life.

"Don't attack. I'll go now."

The Poison Flood Dragon swayed its body and floated toward the depths of the hall.

Before long, it reached the stone platform and saw the wooden box.

Like the Nether Fox, it sensed nothing unsettling about the box.

In its eyes, apart from its unusual material, the box was no different from any ordinary wooden box.

But judging by Song Wen's caution, it knew the box had to contain something extremely dangerous.

The Poison Flood Dragon hesitated for a moment, then opened its mouth and breathed out a surge of force.

The force swept around the box and lifted it off the stone platform, bringing it through the air before the dragon's eyes.

Then a fierce glint flashed in its eyes, and it abruptly whipped the force holding the box backward.

The box flew through the air, hurtling toward Song Wen.

The ghostly qi here was dense and severely suppressed Divine Sense. The Poison Flood Dragon believed Song Wen could not detect what it had done. It saw a chance to escape.

Even if it failed, the worst that could happen was death. That, too, would be a release.

But Song Wen had been watching its every move with the Darkness-Breaking Technique. The instant the box was thrown, he understood its scheme.

His finger twitched, sending a thread of magical power shooting from his fingertip.

It flashed like a spark, many times faster than the box.

The box had flown barely two zhang