The Death Messenger laughed wildly as he looked at everyone. Although most of them were still alive, he now had nothing to fear.
After all, the explosive force of his corpse explosions was secondary. What mattered most was the corrosive venom and the poisonous gas filling the air.
These were his true killing moves.
The geniuses from these powerful factions had all suffered blast injuries of varying severity. With the venom and poisonous gas on top of that, they could not possibly be a match for him.
Geniuses who could break through to Soul Emperor at this age were rare across the entire continent, yet today, they had fallen into the hands of the Death Messenger. This was simply wonderful.
When the people from Shrek Academy saw the Death Messenger suddenly appear, anger immediately surfaced on their faces.
Because they had been standing farther away, none of Shrek Academy's reserve team members had suffered serious injuries, except Dai Huabin.
Ignoring the pain in his own body, Dai Yueheng rushed toward his younger brother. Dai Huabin was clutching his crotch, letting out agonized screams.
Dai Yueheng immediately lifted his clothes, only to find that Dai Huabin's groin was already a mangled mess.
Yet he wondered why that particular spot had been blown apart while his legs were more or less unharmed.
Was this some kind of selective explosion?
Still, this counted as a silver lining in the misfortune.
But the blast injuries were only a minor problem now. The real issue was that the corrosive venom had already begun spreading into Dai Huabin's body.
"Huabin, hang in there. Your big brother's here!"
Dai Huabin gripped Dai Yueheng's hand tightly and cried in anguish, "Brother, why can't I feel anything anymore? Will I never be able to do it again?"
Dai Yueheng