The Spirit of Poison bet everything on one final struggle. It self-destructed its main body, causing a massive volume of poison to converge together. This was an incredibly ruthless move, but against Qin Yu, it was actually useless.

Of course, perhaps this seemed like a bit of shameless and undeserved boasting. Because the truth was that the Spirit of Poison had miscalculated things from the very start. In front of the little blue lamp’s mystical abilities, it couldn’t even cause the smallest storm.

The so-called poison immunity wasn’t something that could be broken by quantity alone. While the little blue lamp might have a limit it could tolerate, it was clear that all of this poison around it right now wasn’t anything to worry about.

The great lake of black liquid tumbled with crashing waves. Qin Yu was like a great boulder lodged at the bottom of the lake. No matter how much the waves crashed and churned, it couldn’t shake him at all.

Above his head, within a dark halo of nothingness, the little blue lamp’s light was like a deep sea. No matter how much poison rushed forth, as long as it entered Qin Yu’s body it was instantly suppressed and forced into the index finger of his right hand.

After swallowing up a massive amount of poison today, this finger was clearly undergoing a profound and wonderful transformation. For instance, more and more complex and mystical textures were appearing on the surface of his skin.

The first time Qin Yu saw them, a thought immediately leapt...