Wang Ye's eyes gleamed.
Just as he had speculated.
The three poisons were all used by the Poison-Curse race to deal with the warriors of the barbarian star race.
One was used to penetrate their thick armor, another to destroy their physical bodies, and the last one to deal with the most resilient Undying Lifeforms by preventing their resurrection.
However, he hadn't anticipated that it would directly annihilate the soul.
"This is truly a great help," Wang Ye sighed.
As sleepiness crept in, a pillow was provided.
The Poison-Curse race was indeed generous.
With this kind of soul poison, dealing with Undying beings became much easier.
...
Three cosmic days later.
Boom!
The saber light was sharp.
The Burning Cosmic Spell was fierce and potent.
With one swift strike, Wang Ye slew a medium Undying from the Poison-Curse race, denying any chance of resurrection.
