Chapter 89: Ten Thousand Poisons Refining Hell Palm! Blast Kill Fan Dongyang!

The whole scene was in chaos, screams incessant, the crowd surged and fled.

No one knows how many were trampled in the chaos.

Fan Dongyang's eyes turned red, his body terrifying, as if he had become a dreadful black smoke, madly bombarding Fang Yi as he circled him, rolling corpse qi burst from his body, blackening the space.

These terrifying corpse qi invaded ordinary people's bodies, instantly turning many faces green, they cried out and collapsed dead on the spot.

However, the terrifying chain of attacks bombarding Fang Yi could never break through his strong defense.

That invincible giant claw seemed merely a bluff.

On the contrary!

The fire poison, metal poison, earth poison, and strength poison that had previously entered Fan Dongyang's body were continuously corroding his physique, affecting his strength.

Especially the strength poison, in just a short moment it weakened his strength to a pathetic degree, his five viscera and six bowels were melting.

Such a scene left Fan Dongyang hardly able to believe it.

His own corpse poison not only useless, but he was poisoned by the opponent instead?

Whoosh!

Suddenly, Fan Dongyang, who had been rapidly circling and bombarding Fang Yi, vanished instantly.

He became just as before.

Leaving no trace whatsoever.

Fang Yi, covered head to toe in poison-fire armor, with blazing flames swirling around him, his gaze icy cold, like a magma giant, looked toward the misty space ahead.

Has he disappeared again?

But having been poisoned by my own deadly toxin, even if he hides again, I can still detect him!

Suddenly, his body shot out with a boom, vanishing directly from the spot.

Fast as a rocket.

Its tremendous explosive force shattered the ground.

He thrust a palm straight forward into the empty space.

Boom!

A terrifying roar sounded.

Fan Dongyang's body was blasted out, flying backward.

He was covered in bloodstains, his teeth sharp, the area where his arm had been broken also began to corrode violently, hissing as corpse fluid dripped down, his strength severely weakened.

«Damn it! Damn it! »

Fan Dongyang roared hoarsely, leapt to his feet, and his pair of eyes quickly turned scarlet, pupils and sclera disappearing entirely, leaving only two terrifying red glows bursting from his hair.

«Ouyang Feng, I will tear you apart alive! Power from the netherworld, awaken within me! »

A low, terrifying voice issued from his mouth, as if a netherworld underworld had descended, permeating an indescribably gloomy aura; Fang Yi's expression changed slightly, and he hurriedly rushed forward, intending to interrupt the opponent's casting.

But unexpectedly, just then.

Black mist appeared out of nowhere, surging from all directions, gloomy and icy, swiftly enveloping Fan Dongyang's body; in the endless darkness only two terrifying blood-red pupils remained.

No emotion at all.

Only coldness and killing intent.

«Roar! »

Fan Dongyang let out a low growl, as if he had become a demon from hell, and instead of dodging, he charged straight at Fang Yi, endless black mist enveloping him, his whole self plunged into gloomy darkness.

Fang Yi raised his hand and threw a punch.

His fist seemed to turn into a meteor.

Clang! Clang!

Their fists collided, producing a deafening metallic clang, like two terrifying iron mountains smashing together.

At this moment, he could clearly feel Fan Dongyang's power increasing again.

And his bodily strength instantly changed as well.

His whole fist was icy and hard.

Cold to the bone.

Even though his body surface was covered in poison-fire, he still sensed a hint of discomfort.

More importantly.

The pair of blood-red pupils hidden in the black mist belonging to Fan Dongyang were eerily strange, coldly staring at him, as if possessing a bizarre soul influence, making him feel bodily discomfort, as if he were in a tiger's jaws, liable to be devoured at any moment.

«This black mist is not right! »

Fang Yi's heart tightened.

Clang clang clang clang!

He swung his iron fist, his whole body covered in poison-fire armor, strength boundless, the power of the Yi Jin Realm surging, his major muscles tensing up and down, thick as ancient war elephants, he smashed toward the opponent's body.

His deadly poison kept corroding the opponent's body.

Fan Dongyang neither dodged nor retreated, meeting the blows head-on with full force from start to finish.

Their speed reached the extreme; all that could be seen was a mass of murky black mist and a mass of burning black-red flames constantly shifting positions, leaving trails of afterimages.

In the blink of an eye they had exchanged dozens, even hundreds of blows.

Fan Dongyang still showed no sign of weakening, black mist surging around him, his pupils scarlet, entangling Fang Yi, blasting away at high speed, like an indefatigable machine.

Fang Yi did not know, however, that this was Fan Dongyang's bloodline forbidden technique.

He is either a black zombie who has attained the Way, or a famed noble among black zombies.

By relying on a secret method to mobilize netherworld qi into his body, he can not only greatly increase his own strength, but also reduce all external influences.

This is why the corrosion of Fang Yi's deadly poison later slowed down.

His deadly poison was all blocked by that netherworld qi, and was led into the netherworld soil.

However!

Mobilizing this netherworld qi also comes at a cost.

Even if he is a black corpse, he cannot sustain it for too long, otherwise his brain will be injured, turning him into a corpse demon that only knows frenzied killing and lacks reason.

Just like fish, although they live in water, they still need to occasionally surface to breathe; if they don't come up to breathe, they will drown.

The black corpse is the same.

"Good, let's try this!"

After Fang Yi unleashed a hundred consecutive strikes, his body suddenly flashed, instantly creating distance and landing far away.

"Roar!"

Seeing Fang Yi retreat, Fan Dongyang let out a hoarse shout, wrapped in sinister, frightening black mist, and instantly lunged toward Fang Yi at extreme speed again.

"Die!"

His tone grim, a terrifying claw rapidly enlarged, veins bulging, carrying strong corpse qi, and he again snatched down at Fang Yi from above.

Regarding this damned Ouyang Feng, he hated him to the extreme.

He would kill the opponent at any cost!

Fang Yi, however, took a deep breath, and the deadly poison flames all over his body suddenly erupted, emitting a low, deafening roar, rumbling loudly.

In that instant of creating distance, he began to circulate his self-created high-grade martial art!

Myriad Poison Purgatory Art!

Boom!

A burst of black-red deadly poison suddenly erupted from his body, instantly covering a radius of tens of meters; the heavens and earth grew dim, as if purgatory had descended upon the world, even light rapidly blurred.

Within the poison mist, vague phantoms of skulls, poison dragons, giant elephants, and various other monstrous apparitions appeared, accompanied by mournful wails, piercing sounds, and a gloomy yin qi.

Even the ground was rapidly melting, turning into terrifying pus water.

Fan Dongyang, who was charging at extreme speed, felt a shock in his heart and changed color again.

At this moment, he felt the opponent resembled a corpse even more than himself?

Could the opponent have actually summoned real hell?

"Myriad Poison Purgatory Palm!"

Fang Yi's palm suddenly rose high, and the space within a radius of tens of meters was instantly enveloped by a mysterious qi mechanism, as if it had become the universe within his palm.

In an instant, Fan Dongyang felt his body seemed to be locked on, his pores all over began to feel a faint pain, as if no matter how he dodged afterward, he could not avoid this palm.

"High-grade Martial Art!"

He was shocked in his heart.

Nothing but a high-grade martial art could give him this feeling!

But soon he let out a hoarse shout, the netherworld qi on his body instantly doubled in density, and he again lunged toward Fang Yi at extreme speed.

Since there is no way to avoid it!

Only one battle remains!

"Netherworld Demon Claw!"

In Fan Dongyang's sole remaining arm, a claw rapidly enlarged, veins blue and large, intertwined, five fingers grim and strong, seeming to turn into a terrifying winnowing basket, and he viciously snatched out.

Boom!

Fang Yi's palm thrust forward, the deadly poison within a radius of tens of meters instantly condensed, turning into boundless terrifying power that surged from all directions like a heaven-covering, earth-smothering assault upon Fan Dongyang.

Terrifying phantoms of skulls, poison dragons, giant elephants, and various other monstrous apparitions all surged wildly toward Fan Dongyang, emitting deafening roars.

In an instant, Fan Dongyang's entire body was covered, he emitted a mournful wail as if struck by countless artillery shells, and he was violently flung backward again, the black mist all over his body being forcibly dispersed.

His body vanished in an instant, and he concealed himself again.

Only a mass of black, foul-smelling blood remained on the spot.

But Fang Yi had already locked onto his body; with a flash of his movement, he instantly appeared in another position, reached out, and his blazing large hand instantly pierced through space, directly seizing Fan Dongyang's body from the void and pulling it out.

"Don't, we can talk it out."

Fan Dongyang's face filled with horror, the deadly poison corroding, he shouted loudly.

(End of chapter)