The Golden Dragon coiled around him, head raised in a roar, its body shimmering with golden light. Ye Ling, holding the Godslayer Stone, slowly walked out of the black fog, his face stern, far removed from his previous taunting demeanor towards the Poison Sovereign.
Poison was almost useless against Ye Ling; the terrifying nature of the Extinction Golden Body completely thwarted any infiltration of poison.
The Nine Nether Emperor Technique, on the other hand, could devour all of that dreadful poisonous fog. With these two powers supporting each other, the Poison Sovereign's poison was nothing but a joke to Ye Ling.
"No! How is this possible!"
The Poison Sovereign cried out in shock, but Ye Ling coldly sneered and curled his lips, "You look like you've never seen the world. Your poison, to me, is ineffective!"
"So, you might as well surrender your life."
