"Die in agony, rat!" Du Sha roared.
The corrosive tempest crashed down like an emerald tidal wave, yet Shen Yu did not raise a single barrier.
Instead, he threw his head back and inhaled.
HISS——!
The toxic fog swirled violently, dragged down his nostrils and throat in vast, suffocating streams.
The lethal Corpse-Melting Powder bit into his esophagus, dissolving his inner lining and turning his saliva into acidic foam.
The Heart-Biting Mist pierced through his pores, turning his skin necrotic gray as parasitic poison-spores tried to latch onto his cardiovascular nodes to curdle his blood.
Any sane cultivator would have severed their poisoned meridians to halt the spread.
Shen Yu simply bit down on his tongue until warm blood flooded his mouth, his dilated pupils vibrating with psychotic euphoria.
'More... burn deeper!'
He did not resist the agony, he weaponized it.
