"Poison's coming!"
The green Qi writhed as poison thunder cleaved the sky and poison rain swept down, covering the entire city.
"Collect!"
Upon seeing the poison rain falling over the city, Song Yin raised his sleeve, summoning the Yellow Wind to sweep through, gathering all the poison rain into his sleeve.
However, the poison thunder that struck his body turned the sky a dusky green and thundered loudly.
"I am impervious to all poisons!" Song Yin stared intently at the sky.
"Wind's arriving!"
The giant face in the sky roared with rage and summoned a calamitous wind. The dark mass drifted downward, harrying Song Yin's soul.
This wind didn't scrape the flesh; it only wounded the soul. It was the wind of illusion, luring people into fantasy, facing the common mortal's five senses and six energies, cutting down their mana, turning immortals into mortals.
