Now the light pouring from the Super-Concentrated Energy Cannon could not advance even another inch.
After all, this shield was a genuine Level Nine Defensive Soul Tool. Even taking He Caitou's level-seven Super-Concentrated Energy Cannon head-on could not damage it.
Even so, Zheng Zhan still held the power of Wu Feng's shot in considerable regard.
Shattering a Sixth-Level Defensive Soul Tool with one shot and forcing him to parry with his own Defensive Soul Tool-such power was certainly enough to take pride in at this tournament.
But just after he blocked Wu Feng's Super-Concentrated Energy Cannon, he quickly realized that this match was far from over.
At that moment, a nauseating odor hung in the air of the Soul Fighting Arena. Hissing filled the air above the entire arena, a sign of some toxin reacting with the air.
These toxins were none other than the few drops of Corrosion Ice that had been instantly vaporized by the Super-Concentrated Energy Cannon and dispersed into the air.
After inhaling just a tiny amount, Zheng Zhan's expression turned exceedingly ugly, as though he had eaten a pot of Great Unclean One stew reheated ten times, with who knew how much leftover rice and how many half-cooked mushrooms added to it. His vision swam slightly.
These were merely a few drops of venom vaporized into the air! Even diluted to this degree, the poisonous gas still made him, a Titled Douluo, see stars after breathing it in. If the remaining dozen or so drops landed on Wu Feng, would they not melt the girl away in an instant?
Although Zheng Zhan was very displeased that Wu Feng had killed someone right before his eyes, as a conservative from the Sun Moon Empire's Offering Hall, he also deeply despised Evil Soul Masters. Thus, he actually