A vast cloud of poisonous mist spread, covering several kilometers in the blink of an eye.
The people of the Star Luo Empire, who had been watching from afar and marveling at a Limit Douluo's power, went pale. As they saw the poison gas rolling toward them, their once-orderly ranks dissolved.
Even the finest troops in the entire Star Luo Empire abandoned all discipline and fled in a sorry scramble.
They feared that one careless breath of that poisonous fart would send them straight to meet their great-grandmothers.
They ran fast, but the gas spread through the air faster. As bodies thudded to the ground one after another, more than a thousand soldiers painstakingly trained by the Star Luo Empire died from Gangzi's fart.
Dai Tianfeng's eyes turned bloodshot as he looked at his dead soldiers. His heart ached—these were troops the imperial family had raised with such care!
And now they were dead.
Yet Dai Tianfeng did not dare go to their rescue. There was only one reason: the stench was too overpowering!
Qian Daoliu frowned at the heavy losses among the Star Luo troops. He had already flown high into the sky, beyond the fart's reach for the moment, but he could not simply watch those soldiers die.
A warrior could die on the battlefield, but he must never be stunk to death by an Evil Soul Master's Thunderous Fart!
Besides, Spirit Hall's people were already arriving nearby. He could hardly stand by while Spirit Hall's Deacons were killed by such a vicious method.
The fourth Soul Ring beneath his feet lit up, and he drove his Fourth Soul Skill with all his might. "Fourth Soul Skill: Spirit Might Feathers!"
Sacred white feathers drifted down from the sky, radiating golden angelic energy. It entered the soldiers who had