Chapter 999 Trump Card
- The technique he practiced never stopped running. His body was like a giant furnace; any force that tried to invade him was shredded the instant it crossed his skin.
- Those toxic mists were just energy in another shape, and they met the same fate.
- Even so, Damon King didn’t relax. The poison was endless, everywhere. His inner power could wipe it out, but it would still leave its mark.