"But, do you really think you can escape from my hands with these funny pets? Don't dream!"
He Xi pushed the table away, stood up and said leisurely: "It's still uncertain who will spare whose life!"
"Good! Very good! Today I will let you know what it means to die without a complete body!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Nalan Yurong suddenly took out a pure black magic weapon that looked like a compass.
As spiritual power was injected into the magic weapon, a black cloud slowly formed above her head and then grew larger and larger.
With the appearance of black clouds, the light in the whole room became dark and the air became slightly chilly.
The hole originally created by the black leopard was also filled with black clouds.
In the room, black clouds enveloped everyone, including He Xi, Nalan Yurong and others.
The next moment, drizzles began to fall from under the dark clouds.
But what is terrifying is that these raindrops are not transparent water, but black liquid.
The servants of the Nalan Mansion, who were originally fighting with Qingluan, let out screams like ghosts and wolves when they were touched by the falling raindrops.
As soon as their clothes came into contact with the raindrops, they were completely corroded.
When their skin touched the raindrops, it made a sizzling sound, as if it was burning.
In just a few moments, these warriors in the Condensation Vein Stage were covered in wounds, with bloody holes all over their bodies corroded by the black rain.
"Miss, save me, save us! Give me the antidote quickly!"
Those people rushed towards Nalan Yurong. Although she was also in the rain, the rain seemed to be repelled by the compass in her hand and avoided her, so she had not suffered any harm so far.
Seeing those servants asking her for help in such a miserable state, there was not a trace of pity in Nalan Yurong's eyes.
She ruthlessly dodged the warriors who rushed over and said coldly: "It is your honor to die under this peerless magic weapon, the Deadly Rain Plate. You should rest in peace!"
"Nalan Yurong, you are such a vicious woman. We are here to help you!"
"Nalan Yurong, how could you do this to us!!"
Nalan Yurong sneered: "After I cut Nalan Hexi into pieces, I will bury you properly. It is your honor to die for me."
After saying this, the compass in his hand suddenly turned, and the originally drizzling rain suddenly became heavier.
Even Madam Nalan, who was knocked unconscious in the corner, was affected.
But she woke up in a daze, and seemed not to feel that half of her body was corroded by the rain. Instead, she let out a haha laugh, and it was obvious that she had gone completely crazy.
The moment Qingluan noticed the rain falling, she immediately deployed her magic defensive weapon to protect Hexi and the three little ones.
But seeing the miserable state of those Nalan Yurong's guards, she still frowned: "Miss, this rain is indeed quite strong. I can already feel the corrosion of the magic weapon. The spiritual power is getting thinner and thinner. I'm afraid it won't last much longer! Miss, you run away first. I will hold on here..."
"Escape? I have the Deadly Rain Plate in my hand. Where can that bitch Nalan Hexi escape to? Hahahaha!"
Nalan Yurong laughed wildly, "Nalan Hexi, I advise you not to make any more desperate struggles. The poison mixed with rainwater in this deadly rain plate was personally made by my master. So far, no one has ever survived after being poisoned by this kind of poison!" (To be continued)