Chapitre 640: Too Weak?

The Dark Poison Lord's eyes were a bright shade of crimson as he stood in the air like a realm-crushing fiendcelestial after absorbing tens of thousands of Blood Tribe lives.

The poison mist engulfed the entire heaven and earth, and the entire Thousand Sword City was slowly melting away under the fearsome corrosive effect of the poison mist. This was a devastating destructive spell technique of truly epic proportions.

"Hmm? I didn't think you would be able to survive in this poison mist…" The Dark Poison Lord's eyes pierced through the poison mist, and a flash of astonishment appeared on his face as he caught sight of An Lin.

He extended a hand forward, and the poison mist surged as a purer stream of black mist swept toward An Lin.

An Lin didn't even bother unleashing any defensive spell techniques in the face of this fearsome attack.

He knew that his body of the War God would be able to take this kind of attack with no problems whatsoever!