Gods Lord Scarlet Cloud Bing Rong possessed formidable magical power, and his Red Yin Flying Fork was fierce enough to fight the two Pure Yang Immortal Swords to a standstill.
Yet to him, that very standstill was inconceivable—and unacceptable!
How much cultivation could Zhu Changyuan possibly have? How many years had he spent cultivating? To think that Bing Rong's centuries of power could not bring him a swift victory. Infuriating!
Meanwhile, Shi Feiyang used the Chaos Dragon Pearl to forcibly draw in the Heavenly Plague Orb.
This magic treasure had been condensed entirely from the plague vapors Bing Rong had painstakingly gathered over several hundred years. Once deployed in the air, it released plague qi. Any furred, breathing creature that came into contact with even a little of it would develop a fever, cough up blood, then die vomiting and suffering diarrhea. Given enough time, even fish, turtles, insects, and snakes would rot away and perish.
When fighting another cultivator, if desperation drove him to stake his life, he could also detonate it, dispersing all the plague vapors within. He could then feed them with his own vital essence to amplify their power, making them even more terrifying and difficult to cure, inevitably causing a boundless calamity.
In a certain sense, this thing could be considered a "tactical nuclear magic treasure"!
He had already been seething when Shi Feiyang collected the plague qi the orb released earlier. Now that Shi Feiyang was trying to seize the orb itself, his secret hatred turned venomous. He simply bit the tip of his tongue, formed a spiritual incantation with his hand, and pointed forward. A streak of bloody light shot from his fingertip and struck the orb. The Heavenly Plague Orb exploded with a thunderous roar in midair. He then deployed his Mountain-Guarding