The black shadow scoffed with contempt.
"Pfft—just the two of you?"
Even if Emperor Fengdu and Pei Ye joined forces, he still didn't take them seriously.
Emperor Fengdu wasn't that strong, and Pei Ye was merely a slightly more capable Heavenly Master. Did they really think they could turn the heavens upside down by teaming up?
Most importantly—he had been holding a trump card this entire time!
Through the Arm Bone, he could borrow a fraction of the power its original owner had possessed in life.
"Mere ants!" the black shadow sneered, revealing a wicked, sinister grin.
Two clouds of thick, scarlet mist surged from his sleeves, condensing into dozens of illusory dragon silhouettes as thick as water barrels.
The moment Emperor Fengdu's Soul-locking Chain touched it, a sizzling, corrosive sound echoed. Green smoke rose, and an indescribably foul, bloody stench filled the entire warehouse.
"It's corpse poison!"
