The long whip was covered in deep-set barbs. If one dug into flesh, it was guaranteed to rip out a large chunk.
As he brandished it, a strange scent drifted through the air.
Even a faint whiff was enough to make one's head spin.
'Poison?'
Song Wanning's gaze flickered. She unleashed her Longsword, and her tyrannical Sword Dao True Realm bore down on him like a crushing mountain range.
Simultaneously, an invisible powder surged toward the Heavenly Demon, carried by her sword moves.
She had learned the poison-crafting methods from her inheritance but had never found an opportunity to use them. After all, in the Lower World, direct force was always enough to handle things; poison never had a role to play.
Now was the perfect time to test it out. After all, Poison Cultivators were immune to their own toxins and usually wouldn't be on guard, making this the perfect opportunity to exploit a loophole.
BOOM—
