The Poisonous Fog was impossible to defend against. Even though the black-robed man had sealed his vital points, it was utterly useless. The moment he tried to use his Demonic Qi, the fog would follow the energy and invade his body. Now, his Demonic Qi felt as if it were bound by shackles—heavy and incredibly difficult to wield. His combat strength had plummeted to a mere thirty percent!
"Damn it! I thought that kid had exhausted all his tricks, but I never expected him to pull out something so bizarre." The black-robed man's expression was terrifyingly grim. His eyes pierced through the Poisonous Fog to fix on Qin Ya, flashing with icy killing intent!
"Even with my power diminished, I'm still more than you can handle!"
"Then try me!"
