They had prepared the Soul Shackles grand formation, three Tier Two Cursed Witchcraft Tools, and...
A composite poison known as Rotting Soul Poisonous Miasma, specifically designed for targets with high magic resistance.
"Two left." Ian glanced toward the passage on the left.
Almost simultaneously, Gaga leaped from the shadows, two still-bleeding heads clamped in its beak.
"Taken care of!"
The black Raven dropped the heads on the ground and, with a gentle shake of its wings, flicked off the dark green poison clinging to its feathers.
"Those two tried to ambush me with Poisonous Fog, but I dragged them into the shadows and tore them to shreds."
Ian nodded and quickly cleared the battlefield.
Three relatively intact corpses, two pools of mangled flesh, and the two Gaga had dealt with.
The Blade of Decay's third squad, completely wiped out.
The spoils included five Dimension Rings containing an assortment of Magic Stones, materials, and Potions.
