Aside from demanding powerful mental power and exquisite control from its master, the most important thing about a Poison Formation was its reserve of toxins.
Had Dugu Fu not exhausted his toxins several times in the earlier fighting and been forced to gather poisonous gases and miasma from the forest on the spot, and had Bevin Vasquez not possessed such extraordinary resistance, that last attack would have killed or crippled him.
The other wolf bandits' morale plummeted when they saw their commander wounded.
They had already feared Dugu Fu's Poison Formation. Seeing even the mighty Bevin Basque suffer such grievous injuries frightened them to the core.
Many wolf bandits began retreating, and some even turned and fled outright.
Despite his injuries, Bevin Vasquez, the Wolf Bandits Commander, displayed astonishing resilience and fighting strength.
Enduring the pain, he abruptly rose to his feet, every muscle taut. There was no fear in his eyes; instead, it awakened the innate skill deep within him-Wild Roar.
He threw back his head and howled, his voice carrying the call of the wild and an unyielding will.
With that roar, Bevin Vasquez's figure suddenly blurred, then snapped back into focus. A powerful wave of energy radiated outward from him.
Spurred by the roar, the wolf bandits whose morale had collapsed after their commander was wounded regained their will to fight. Anger replaced the fear in their eyes, which reddened slightly as they prepared to charge again.
Dugu Fu, however, gave them no such opportunity.
He sneered and twitched his fingers. The Netherworld Green Snake and Six-Winged Golden Centipede, the two creatures serving as the Poison Formation's cores, unleashed their terrifying fighting power.
Using Netherworld Soul Devour, the Netherworld Green Snake darted among the wolf bandits like a phantom. Every attack sent tremors through their souls, until