The Three-Origin Wolf Demon Marquis looked toward the screaming Wolf Flute Holy Son, utterly baffled. Li Guang's bow and arrows were indeed formidable, but Fang Yun's Arrow in the Stone drew on their penetrating power. Its speed was ordinary, and unlike the arrows formed by certain Third Realm War Poetry, it possessed no uncanny ability to track its target. The mighty Wolf Flute Holy Son should have been able to dodge it with ease.
In his eyes, Fang Yun might possess tremendous wisdom. If he commanded an army, he would surely defeat an equal number of Demon Barbarians. But in a one-on-one battle that relied entirely on strength, no amount of wisdom could let him defeat the Wolf Flute Holy Son.
The Wolf Flute Holy Son possessed combat instincts humans lacked. If he sensed danger, he could even flee at a moment's notice.
In particular, the Wolf Flute Holy Son was already a Demon Marquis and had acquired "Death Sense," an innate ability granted to only a rare few geniuses of the Wolf Race. He could keenly detect the threat of death and was absolutely capable of fleeing before suffering a grievous injury.
However powerful Fang Yun was, he was merely a Metropolitan Graduate. His abilities could not possibly conceal danger from the innate gift of a mighty Wolf Demon Marquis, much less the son of a Half-Sage.
Unable to make sense of it no matter how he pondered, he looked toward the Wolf Flute Holy Son again and discovered that his wound had actually turned green.
"Plague Force?"
While the Three-Origin Wolf Demon Marquis was still puzzling over it, the Wolf Flute Holy Son's left shoulder suddenly burst open. Dark green fluid splattered everywhere, and half his shoulder had already rotted away. His exposed wound looked particularly ghastly, as