A staff silently pierced toward Long Chen’s back, and Long Chen threw Ye Ming behind him in response.

The staff was incredibly sharp and instantly pierced Ye Ming’s body. However, just as it pierced his body, the hand Long Chen was using to hold Ye Ming’s hair felt a sharp pain.

He instinctively let go, only to find that his palm had turned as black as ink. More black spots were growing.

“Poison sorcery?”

Long Chen was startled. This was his first time coming into contact with such a poison. Even his dragon scales were being corroded.

This poison was composed of tiny larvae, hundreds of times thinner than a single strand of hair. They were crazily corroding his flesh and blood.

Flames then burst into existence on his palm, and a disgusting stench unfurled. As the black...