The intense Dragon Breath, pouring down like a torrential waterfall, instantly engulfed the body of the God of Toxic.
Painful and heart-wrenching screams rose from the flames.
With a bang, the body of the God of Toxic dispersed once again, drifting into a dense fog and beginning to flee along the ground.
Countless silver arrows closely followed, shadowing its every move.
"Musugna, you cannot maintain your form as fog," Fang Hao's voice resounded once again.
The fleeing toxic mist abruptly coalesced into the figure of a black-robed individual.
The black-robed God of Toxic glanced at the arrows behind him.
With a flip of his hand, he threw a puppet, like an erected scarecrow, which landed on the ground with a thud, embedding itself.
The pursuing arrows hesitated for a moment then immediately changed direction, piercing through the puppet.
