The Tomb Guardian's eyes were cold, and as he formed hand seals with his fingers, threads of poisonous gas continuously assaulted Ye Chen, intending to corrode him into a skeleton corpse.
If Ye Chen's Buddhist cultivation had reached the level of the Ancient God Emperor, he might be able to defeat the Tomb Guardian, but his division of realms was ultimately too far apart. The Dharma Flower Annihilation Heaven was merely at the entry-level, its power far from sufficient, completely no match for the Tomb Guardian.
The endless poisonous mist swept over, enveloping Ye Chen's entire body, with the fierce poison continuously penetrating his skin and drilling into his body.
"Damn it!"
Ye Chen's gaze was extremely solemn. If the poisonous gas entered his body, he feared he would be corroded into a skeleton corpse, possibly even reduced to a mass of flesh and blood, completely falling.
"Heavenly Dragon Eight Divine Sounds!"
