Starting with Panlong, the Swallowed Star Universe

Chapter 11 Poisonous Fog

"This is a bit troublesome."

Seeing a large number of mid-level gods beginning to unite, Jagge couldn't help but feel some pressure.

He was confident he could handle just a few people, but there were too many mid-level gods in the arena. Even though some had fallen, there were still hundreds left, and they could easily gather dozens of people to launch a collective physical and soul attack on him.

Jag looked around and saw two other people who had experienced the same thing as him.

The three of them were the most prominent in the area, and naturally became the target of concentrated fire.

"Target that purple-robed youth! Launch a collective physical attack!"

More than a hundred material attacks came crashing down on Juggernaut like a torrent.

"Swish, swish, swish"

Jugger unleashed his full power with the "Shadow Clone Technique," sending dozens of Juggers fleeing in different directions. As long as one clone dodges the attack, his true self can instantly switch to it.

Jag's true form constantly switched between dozens of clones, dodging attacks. Only when he couldn't dodge them would he swing his long whip to defend himself.

"Killing me isn't that easy!"

"Shadows Everywhere!"

Dark divine power surged from Jag's body, forming eight black tentacles. With each swing of the tentacles, they could kill an ordinary mid-level god.

"Ah, why is he so strong?"

"Quickly send reinforcements! Quickly send reinforcements!"

"Run!"

"Don't leave! Attack! Attack together!"

The morale of the mid-level gods besieging Jeg was shaken, and their command began to fall into disarray.

"The one over here is about to collapse, let's take care of one first!"

On the other side, the eerie young man with a vertical eye between his eyebrows was also being besieged. His situation was much worse than Jeger's, and he was already struggling to hold on.

"There's no other way!"

He gritted his teeth, flipped his hand, took out a fist-sized pink bead from his spatial ring, and crushed it.

"puff"

As the bead shattered, a surging pink mist swept outwards at an incredibly fast speed, covering the entire area in the blink of an eye.

"This is……"

Jaeger also noticed the pink mist and immediately recalled the pink poisonous mist that Linley encountered when he participated in the demon test in the original story.

That was a poisonous mist created by a high-level god master who cultivated the rules of death. Once a person's consciousness came into contact with this poisonous mist, it would be affected, arousing a bloodlust and causing them to fall into a berserk state, attacking those around them indiscriminately, friend or foe.

"Whether it is or not, it's always better to be cautious."

Although he couldn't be sure if the pink mist was the poisonous mist that appeared in the original work, he decided to immediately withdraw his divine sense just in case.

The answer was soon revealed.

"Bastards, die! All of you, die!"

Shouts of battle echoed through the fog, and energy fluctuations from the fighting emanated from all directions.

Chaos erupted throughout the arena, and the alliance of the mid-level gods was instantly shattered.

From the very beginning of the competition, almost everyone released their divine sense to assist in the battle. However, when the pink mist appeared, only a few were able to react in time like Jeger; most were affected by the poisonous mist.

"That's true!"

Jagger was overjoyed.

At this moment, the arena was filled with thick fog. Without being able to use their divine sense, even a god-level expert could only barely see a few meters around them.

"Great, this environment is more favorable to me!"

Jag's eyes shone brightly, and the power of his soul began to swirl in his mind, like a vortex, gathering his soul aura to the extreme.

This is a profound application of "devouring," which can greatly shrink one's own soul aura.

Immediately afterwards, Jag's body became as blurry as a black shadow.

This is the mystery of the "Dark Movement Technique".

In this environment where his consciousness is impaired and his visibility is only a few meters, it would be extremely difficult for others to find him.

Among the eleven laws and rules, the Law of Darkness is considered a relatively moderate one.

Its physical attack is not as powerful as the laws of earth, wind, destruction, lightning, or fire, but it is stronger than the laws of life and water, and about the same as the law of light, which is below average.

Material defense is not as good as the laws of the earth or the laws of water, but it is stronger than the rules of fate, life, and death, so it can be considered average.

In terms of speed, it cannot compare to the laws of light, wind, and lightning, but it is faster than other laws and rules, and is above average.

In terms of the study of the soul, it is not as good as the rules of fate, death, and life, but it is better than the laws of the earth, water, and wind, and is still of average quality.

In comparison, the Dark Laws seem to be lacking in all aspects.

However, if we simply compare stealth and concealment, the Dark Law is undoubtedly the number one among all rules and laws.

"call"

Jag once again used the "Shadow Clone Technique," creating dozens of clones that moved in different directions. He moved silently through the mist, like a shadow.

"Let the hunt begin!"

"Pfft" "Pfft" "Pfft"

Jag put away his black whip and instead used a black short sword to pierce the heads of one opponent after another.

From the start of the competition, he had no intention of holding back. Only by persisting to the very end could he stand out and become a member of the Bauhinia Army.

"There's something wrong with this mist; don't touch it with your mental or spiritual power!"

A mid-level deity discovered the effect of the fog and loudly alerted the others.

"Use the divine domain to dispel the poisonous fog!"

Upon hearing this, the remaining mid-level gods, still conscious, used their divine domains to disperse the poisonous fog.

The space in Hell is very stable. The divine domain of a mid-level god is not large, but there are quite a few mid-level gods here. When they work together, the poisonous fog is cleared away at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Hurry up!"

Jag wanted to take advantage of the lingering poisonous fog to eliminate as many opponents as possible.

Another figure appeared ahead, and Jag suddenly thrust out his short sword.

The two sides were only a few meters apart, and the attack arrived almost instantly.

Previous opponents were killed by Jag before they even saw him, but this time the situation is different.

The opponent reacted extremely quickly, turning around and throwing a punch at Jag's short sword.

"bite"

The short sword pierced the opponent's fist, producing a metallic clang.

That wasn't a bare fist; the fist was covered by a glove.

"It's you!"

Jag saw the other person's face clearly, and the other person also saw Jag's face.

They recognized each other.

This person was none other than the strange young man who was also being besieged.

"Come on, only one can join the Bauhinia Army!" A strong fighting spirit appeared in the eyes of the strange young man.

Jag had the same idea.

Both sides made their moves simultaneously.

"Shadows Everywhere!"

Eight black tentacles appeared on Juggernaut's body and lashed out at the strange youth.

The strange young man roared and brandished his fists, using offense as defense.

His fist was covered in the power of destruction, radiating a violent and terrifying aura.

The strange youth shattered seven tentacles in a row, but the last tentacle still managed to break through his fist's attack and strike his body.

(End of this chapter)