The Ink Flood Dragon touched the poison, instantly emitting green smoke as its entire body was continuously corroded by the poisonous mist!
Still midway, much of the Ink Flood Dragon’s textured, glossy body was already corroded.
At this moment, a cold middle-aged man stepped forward directly and swung a big stick down!
"Bang!"
The Ink Dragon’s entire body trembled, then suddenly burst into a mass of ink under the iron rod, revealing the figure of He Zheng inside!
"Hmm?!"
He Zheng didn’t expect that the two Ink Flood Dragons, comparable to the Burning Sun Star Beast, would be easily broken by the two.
The corrosive effect of the Yin Yi Elder’s poison mist, and the strength of the cold middle-aged man, were astonishing in the Chongyang Realm!
He Zheng immediately brandished the wolf-hair brush, drawing a stroke, and a water-ink shield instantly enveloped him to block the poison gas.
The cold middle-aged man didn’t stop, and again moved forward, swinging his stick.
Clearly also in the poison mist, yet it seemed as though the poison mist had no effect on him.
He Zheng swung the wolf-hair brush and clashed it against him, using the force of the stick to withdraw from the poison mist.
"Such strong power!"
He Zheng’s expression slightly tightened. Although he deliberately borrowed the force, the power on the opponent’s Black Stone rod was still shocking.
The cold middle-aged man did not pause and pursued once more, stick in hand.
He Zheng’s gaze turned cold: "Just two Chongyang, and you really think you can overpower me!"
He Zheng swung the wolf-hair brush, pointing repeatedly, sending egg-sized blobs of ink flying out, which expanded into eight towering Yellow Turban Warriors that besieged the cold middle-aged man.
The sound of "clang clang" kept ringing, as these Yellow Turban Warriors, impervious to blades and arrows, were immensely powerful.
Although individually weaker than the cold middle-aged man, they were able to trap him by overwhelming him together!
Having pinned the cold middle-aged man, He Zheng turned his palm over a tablet, from which ink surged forward.
Instantly, ink splashed like a river, flowing out in torrents, scouring the poison mist and sweeping towards the Yin Yi Elder behind!
The Yin Yi Elder’s expression slightly changed, and he immediately soared into the air, trying to escape the impact of the Ink River.
However, the Ink River surged upwards, following closely for thousands of meters in an instant!
"This Three Suns Imperial Envoy, his Star Power is truly vast and flexible!"
The Yin Yi Elder’s expression was slightly grim, faced with the vast Star Power of the Three Suns Realm, even continuously conjuring poison mist couldn’t stop the torrents of the Ink River.
As the Yin Yi Elder pondered, He Zheng was already fully urging the tablet.
The tablet’s water light surged, and another Ink River shot up into the sky, attacking from the front and rear, quickly blocking the Yin Yi Elder’s retreat!
"This is bad!" The Yin Yi Elder’s expression changed.
He Zheng’s eyes flashed coldly: "Drown him!"
The two Ink Rivers twisted and surged, completely submerging the Yin Yi Elder!
As long as he could entangle him, He Zheng was confident in suppressing the opponent to the point of difficulty escaping.
"One resolved..." He Zheng’s eyes lit up, but then his expression changed suddenly, "Hmm? This is...!"
Yet beneath the black water, green radiance surged, with an extremely strong sinister wave suddenly emanating from the body of the Ink River!
A large expanse of ghostly green brilliance shot out from within the Ink River, and soon the figure of the Yin Yi Elder, holding a Plague Staff and dressed in a Netherworld Robe, rose out of the water.
Upon emerging, a dense plague mist spread from the elder’s body!
Wherever it went, the land turned black, vegetation withered, and the Ink River below appeared contaminated, continuously breaking down into toxic liquid dripping onto the ground, making a "shhh" dissolving sound.
He Zheng’s pupils constricted tightly, staring fixedly at the changed aura of the Yin Yi Elder.
"True Form Release?!" He Zheng suddenly thought of something, "Does this mean, it’s Holy Blessing? Then that other person..."
"Boom!!"
A palpable black light spread out, several Yellow Turban Warriors were simultaneously blasted out, exploding into masses of black water.
It was seen that the cold middle-aged man had transformed into an entirely jet-black energy Stone Man...also a True Form Release!
The Yin Yi Elder raised the Plague Staff high, with its tip emitting a flashing ghostly light that quickly disseminated terrifying energy!
The Stone Man opened both hands, and suddenly the ground cracked and mountains crumbled, as countless rocks rose into the air, converging behind him to form hundreds of large stone spires!
Seeing this, He Zheng took a deep breath.
"It’s really tricky now..."