Seeing Hyrum’s arrival, Xanthus instantly gained more confidence. “Attack! We must kill that Jared guy!”
With that command, Xanthus leaped in Jared’s direction. Witnessing this, Misho swiftly unsheathed a long sword and entered the fray.
Others rushed forward, joining the chaotic melee. Hyrum turned to Jared and abruptly tossed a handful of powder at him. Aware that eliminating Jared would be a significant victory, Hyrum aimed to make a decisive contribution.
However, Jared wore a look of disdain as he swung the Dragonslayer Sword, dispersing the powder with a burst of light.
“Brat, I didn’t expect someone your age to possess such remarkable alchemy skills. The detoxification pill you crafted is truly top-notch. Unfortunately, you’ve offended Soulless Hall, so death is the only fate awaiting you!” As Hyrum spoke, the long sword he wielded quivered slightly.
The next moment, wisps of black mist emanated from the blade. The black mist coalesced in the air, forming a venomous snake that flicked its red tongue and lunged at Jared.
Jared simply regarded Hyrum with a look of utter contempt. While Hyrum was a relatively potent alchemist, he paled in comparison to Jared’s expertise.
Shifting his focus to the venomous snake, Jared swung his sword, releasing thousands of beams that cleaved through the snake, transforming it back into a dissipating cloud of black mist.
However, Hyrum remained unfazed after witnessing this display. Instead, he sneered. The black mist descended from above, enveloping Jared within its dark shroud.
“Hahaha! Flight might be restricted in Mount Crimson, but the mobility of poison mist knows no bounds. This mist can morph and launch attacks even in midair.” Hyrum laughed triumphantly.
Having spent numerous years within Mount Crimson, he had mastered its intricacies. Jared found himself engulfed by the poison mist, behaving like a sentient entity, relentlessly attempting to penetrate his skin.
“This poison mist of yours is quite impressive,” Jared remarked.
“It’s too late for you to comprehend the potency of my poison mist now. Your demise is inevitable within three seconds,” Hyrum declared confidently.
Instead of replying, Jared initiated his Focus Technique to refine the poison mist. The Focus Technique had the capability to refine anything, including a mere poison mist.
Hyrum looked at the looming cloud of poison mist with ecstasy. Once Jared perished, his mission would be accomplished.
Hyrum heard no sound from Jared for a prolonged moment. To his surprise, the dense poison mist began to thin, gradually revealing Jared’s figure.
Jared stood still, seemingly untouched by the poison. Hyrum curiously approached him, wanting to see if Jared had succumbed to his poison. However, as he drew near, a beam of light shot out from the mist.
Caught off guard, Hyrum was unable to react in time, and the light streaked past his shoulder, cleanly severing one of his arms.
“What? You’re not affected by the poison?” Hyrum exclaimed in shock, hastily leaping backward. He hadn’t expected Jared to be completely immune to the poison mist, even after being enveloped in it.
Covering his wound, Hyrum’s gaze held astonishment.
“This pathetic poison of yours is ineffective against me!” Jared declared, opening his mouth and inhaling the remaining poison mist right before Hyrum’s eyes.
“You!” Hyrum was dumbfounded.
Even if he’s an alchemist, I can’t comprehend how a Body Fusion Realm cultivator like him can be immune to all poisons! The poison mist I crafted is highly toxic, yet he dares to absorb it directly into his body! This is utterly absurd!
