A pitch-black bead appeared in their hands. All the seals in these beads were Netherworld Powder, and their lethality was astonishing. Those people had been killed by the poison in this bead before.
Facing such power, monks would change their color, but Wang Feng was not afraid.
"You don't need to take action, just let me do it." Wang Feng said, standing directly in front of Hao Chen and releasing the thunder in his body.
Poison, like evil spirit, is a dark substance, and what is most feared is the power of pure Yang.
Although these beads exploded in front of Wang Feng, emitting a large amount of highly toxic gas, Wang Feng was completely enveloped in the power of thunder at this moment, and these Nether Particles were directly annihilated by the thunder light before they even got close to him.
"Thunder Battle Body!"
Seeing this scene, not only Hao Chen was surprised, but also the people who came to rob the prison were panicked. It was obvious that they did not expect that there was a thunder battle body here.
"You guys still want to rob the prison. It's just wishful thinking." Wang Feng sneered and took out the Long Yuan Sword with his palm.
As if sensing the master's fighting intent, Long Yuan Sword was filled with awe-inspiring sword intent at this moment, and the cold breath made people feel like they were falling into an ice cellar.
Since the Long Yuan Sword was refined, Wang Feng has used it to kill many creatures, so now the Long Yuan Sword has been stained with the smell of blood, and is far more powerful than when it was first refined.