The incantation never stopped flowing from his lips. After that brief interruption, Huo Yuhao had been chanting for more than ten seconds.
At last, his chanting ended. His eyes turned purplish-black, and behind him, Electrolux's figure briefly froze.
Then Huo Yuhao raised his right hand and pointed at Number Ninety-Eight from afar.
Instantly, layers of purplish-black light rose from Number Ninety-Eight's entire body. Even the Invincible Shield could not prevent this Undead Magic from taking effect.
Inside the golden Invincible Shield, Number Ninety-Eight screamed loudly. He felt his body beginning to melt from the surface of his skin. Even desperately driving his soul power could only slow the melting slightly.
The Withering Spell was magic with an exceptionally powerful single-target attack. Working from the inside out, it acted directly on an opponent's mind, igniting the life force within their body and causing a bizarre elemental transformation between that life force and their flesh, making them melt of their own accord.
He had used this move before, and with his current strength, his control over the power of Death Withering was even more exquisite.
Regardless of their level of strength, anyone struck by the Withering Spell could only rely on their own energy to resist it. If they could not withstand it, they would wither and die.
Yet the Withering Spell Huo Yuhao unleashed now acted on the outside, rendering all of Number Ninety-Eight's defenses completely ineffective.
Seeing the situation take a turn for the worse, the Nether Thunder Douluo could no longer remain in the central VIP room. Before he even emerged, he shouted, "Number Ninety-Eight concedes! End your ability at once!"
Light flickered, and the Nether Thunder Douluo appeared in midair above the Golden Hall, hovering there.
Suddenly, however, the finger-sized soul bomb in Number Ninety-Eight's hand flashed with