Chen Yu felt the poison surging through his body like a raging tide, as though millions of fine needles were stabbing him at once. Every inch of skin, every fiber of muscle and bone suffered indescribable agony.
Although the Nine Yang Divine Skill possessed boundless power, even it seemed stretched thin before this surging tide of poison, unable to suppress it completely.
The acupoint-tapping method he had just used came from the Acupoint Tapping Chapter of the Nine Yin Manual. He had deftly guided all the poison in his internal organs toward his liver, hoping its resilience could bear the burden for now.
He silently recited the mental formula of the Nine Yang Divine Skill, drawing on its peerless pure yang power to forcibly suppress the sudden rampage of poison.
Yet Youguang Zhou would hardly give him a chance to catch his breath.
Seeing how deeply Chen Yu had been poisoned, he curled his lips into a cold, sinister smile. His figure flickered like a phantom as he closed in on Chen Yu again.
With a gentle wave of his hand, a cloud of black poison mist, thick as ink, swept toward Chen Yu's face.
This was a strange variation of his second soul skill, Dark Serpent Breath. Countless venomous serpent souls, each as fine as a thread, lurked within the mist. Once they touched his body, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Enduring the excruciating pain, Chen Yu surrounded himself with a faint red glow. It burned as fiercely as the blazing sun-the ultimate manifestation of the Nine Yang Divine Skill's protective light.
When the poison mist touched that red glow, it struck an impassable barrier. It was repelled, dissolving into wisps of black smoke in the air.
But Chen Yu knew this defense was only temporary. Unless he could