NOVPUBSpider silk is known to be afraid of fire; everybody knows that. As for the illusions created by Yan Qingying, they were restrained by the Flame Impact wave. Now, Yan Qingying was in trouble.
The Phantom Spider used by Qingying relied on illusions to confuse the opponent. Its own speed wasn’t fast and was much slower than the Purple Flame Leopard Dragon. Now that both the spider silk and the illusions were broken, and Qingying was at a speed disadvantage, Xin Yun couldn’t help but worry for her.
"Hmph!" Just as Xin Yun worried, on the field... Yan Qingying snorted coldly, and in an instant... a massive number of spider illusions appeared out of nowhere, swarming towards the Silver-haired Chief.
Facing the swarm of rushing spider illusions, the Silver-haired Chief couldn’t distinguish the real from the fakes, but a blast of Flame Impact wave dispersed all the illusions. Should any spider silk come shooting in, a single breath of Dragon Breath could easily burn it away, a simple task.
Seeing the second wave of attacks neutralized once again, even Yi Luo Xiang became anxious. They had trained together for so long, each knew the other very well. Although Yan Qingying had many more tricks up her sleeve, Xin Yun and Yi Luo Xiang knew that those would also be thoroughly countered.
As the two worried, a myriad of spider illusions once again surged into existence and swarmed towards the Silver-haired Chief. Seeing this, the Silver-haired Chief let out a loud laugh, and just as he was about to send out another Flame Impact wave with a shake of his arms...
"Hiss..." Just as the Silver-haired Chief was rapidly accumulating energy, three dull streaks of light shot out from amidst the myriad spider illusions, flashing towards the Silver-haired Chief like lightning.
"Aaah!" In an instant, a shrill scream rang out. The Purple Flame Leopard Dragon’s Flame Impact didn’t come through, and looking closely, one could see grayish-black, nail-like objects lodged in each shoulder socket of the Silver-haired Chief as well as in the center of his chest, just below the throat...
"Coffin Nails!" Seeing this, Xin Yun stood up abruptly and exclaimed loudly.
Indeed, the Coffin Nail was Yan Qingying’s weapon of choice for long-range combat. The so-called Coffin Nails were actually taken from coffins, but not just any coffin—a coffin over a hundred years old. These nails were coated with an extremely potent corpse poison. Once shot by one, it would contaminate the blood, making one weak and mentally hazy.
If not treated promptly, the victim would soon die, utterly unable to continue fighting.
These three Coffin Nails were merely ordinary ones, merely half a year old; though they also carried corpse poison, their potency was still low—as could be seen from the color of the blood flowing from the Silver-haired Chief’s wounds.
The dark red blood indicated the nails were from hundred-year-old coffins. Had it been black and red, the nails would have been from coffins of a thousand years. If the liquid flowing out resembled murky corpse fluid, that would definitely mean the nails were from ten-thousand-year-old coffins, and if hit, the body would turn completely into corpse water without prompt treatment.
Coffin Nails were a particularly venomous long-range weapon, damaging the body severely and even corroding the mind and spirit. For nails from a ten-thousand-year-old coffin, if someone died from the poison, their body would turn into a zombie—unimaginably toxic.
The Coffin Nails were as thick as chopsticks, as long as a cigarette, sharp at the head, with a stepped structure at the end. When they flew, they were silent and shadowy, with just a faint glimpse of a gray glint visible.
If used by someone else, these Coffin Nails, although venomous, weren’t too difficult to guard against; one just needed to dodge in time. Coffin Nails could only shoot in a straight line and couldn’t turn midair.
But in Qingying’s hands, these Coffin Nails immediately turned rotten into magic. Hidden under countless black illusions, her opponent was already dazzled, hardly able to spot the Coffin Nails shooting out promptly. By the time they were noticed, it was too late to avoid them.
This was especially since the Silver-haired Chief inherently countered Yan Qingying. Otherwise, once she got close, and with the cover of illusions coupled with the Reality Shift ability, Qingying could launch them at close range in an instant. How would one defend against that?
The final and most crucial point was that Qingying was of the Spiritual System. The greatest use of Spiritual System was to strengthen attacks with spiritual power, accelerating attack speed. Perhaps moving an entire dragon would be difficult, but moving three small Coffin Nails? That would truly be lightning-fast, not a bit slower than a bullet.
Watching the Silver-haired Chief scream in agony, Yan Qingying’s thin, pale pink lips were tightly pursed, and in the moment when the spider illusions neared the Purple Flame Leopard Dragon, she instantly activated the Reality Shift.
Once struck by Coffin Nails, the body would become extremely weakened, and the mind would become hazy, utterly unable to launch an attack. Unless the nails were promptly removed and the toxin blood expelled with the focus of one’s energy, the condition would be dire.
It was unfortunate for the Silver-haired Chief, as Qingying wouldn’t give him such an opportunity. The practical combat training with Xin Yun and Yi Luo over the past year enormously enhanced her ability to seize battle opportunities. Once an opponent revealed a weakness, it wasn’t just the Silver-haired Chief who would suffer; even Xin Yun and Yi Luo would be at a disadvantage.
In a flash, Yan Qingying appeared above the Purple Flame Leopard Dragon, her eight Blade Feet expanding. With a flash of cold light... a brutally harsh scene played out.
