It had to be said.
Though Great Sage Huiyue had little presence in Jiang Yuechu's mind.
His innate divine ability was undeniably useful.
Poisonous Torrent Evil Mist.
It drew upon the essence of a hundred poisons and gathered the foul energies of heaven and earth.
On the Crimson Silk Demon Emperor's ruined face, purple-black mist writhed like a living creature with a mind of its own, burrowing madly into his wounds.
The crimson buds of flesh had still been squirming desperately, trying to regenerate, but the instant they touched that purple mist, they dissolved into pools of foul-smelling black liquid.
Not only could the wounds no longer heal.
The rot spread like wildfire, traveling down from his face.
Even the body of a Tower-Climbing Realm Great Demon.
Found such poisonous mist troublesome to deal with.
He tried to stir the demonic energy within him and force it out.
But how could Jiang Yuechu give him that chance?
Since she had struck, she would make sure he stayed dead.
The girl did not retreat even half a step. Amid the spreading poisonous mist, she closed in again.
She planted one foot, hooked her fingers into the Crimson Silk Demon Emperor's broken shoulder blades, and heaved with both arms. She dragged the enormous creature down like a falling meteor and slammed him into the ground.
BOOOOM!!!
The entire mountain shook violently.
Shattered rocks flew, and dust billowed everywhere.
The enormous demonic body sank deep into the rock.
But she was not finished.
Before the dust could settle, a black-clad figure burst through it like a ghost and straddled his chest.
Jiang Yuechu's face remained expressionless as she raised her fists and hammered down, blow after blow, tirelessly pounding like a pile driver.
Bam!
Bam!
Bam!!
Flesh and blood flew, and fluids splattered.