When the gray airflow and the blood-red spear met, a piercing corrosive sound was emitted.
The Poison Control Skill could indeed neutralize the spear formed by the Ten Thousand Poison Spirit Pearl, and Yang Cheng finally saw a glimmer of hope; he wasn't without a chance of victory.
However, in the next second, under the glow of the Ten Thousand Poison Spirit Pearl, spears and swords once again formed, all assaulting towards him.
Yang Cheng dodged again; even a second's delay would have all but skewered him.
The Ten Thousand Poison Spirit Pearl could endlessly transform into new weapons, but his Poison Control Skill heavily drained his True Qi, and he couldn't sustain it for long. Continuing like this could only lead to a slow death.
"Damn! Isn't this just cheating?! Why can he use a magical treasure while I have to fight barehanded?"
Yang Cheng cursed, and when he looked up, the blades seemed as if they had eyes, stabbing towards him.
