Seeing Elder Mo Wang holding a long spear with overwhelming momentum, Qing Hu did not dare meet her edge. As she rapidly retreated, she slammed her hands together before her.
The lotus leaves and pods, towering like ancient trees, immediately twisted toward Elder Mo Wang to strangle her. Layer upon layer, densely packed, those that could close in did so directly, while those that could not turned into walls of green vines.
Yet beneath that yellow-sand spear, all resistance was futile.
The lotus leaves attempting to strangle her at close range were shredded to powder by the sandstorm swirling around the spear shaft before they could approach. The vine shield walls ahead were just as flimsy as paper, breached one after another.
At the same time, as the lotus leaves continually shattered, vast amounts of poison were released at an accelerated rate, staining Elder Mo Wang's armor black and causing grains of sand to constantly flake away.
In truth, if Mo Wang had resolved to use all her strength for defense, she could have created even sturdier armor.
Unfortunately, she had been poisoned from the outset. If she did not end the battle quickly, the situation would only become increasingly unfavorable for her. Thus, she had no choice but to devote more of her power to the attacking spear.
As long as she could break Qing Hu's Divine Soul in one stroke, she would still be the victor.
But as her strength was steadily depleted and weakened, Qing Hu was not faring much better either.
Great swathes of lotus leaves constantly collapsed, rapidly draining Qing Hu's Divine Soul power as well. Her Divine Soul power had never been as abundant as Elder Mo Wang's. Without the poison to assist her, she would surely be the first to run out.
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