Facing the endless rolling poisonous fog, Wang Yan showed not a trace of fear. Standing within it, he coldly said: "Such a mere poisonous fog, what's there to fear? If inhaling a bit will kill me, then I'll just hold my breath. Can you forcibly make me breathe?"

Having said that, Wang Yan indeed tightly closed his mouth, and his nose stopped breathing.

As a Demon Cultivator, not breathing for more than ten minutes was not a difficult task.

At present, Wang Yan held his breath, raised his Soul-Breaking Spear, charged through the poison fog, heading straight for Wu Xie.

Wu Xie's face immediately wore a horrified look, shaking his head, he said: "Impossible? How do you know the weakness of my Second Soul Skill? By not breathing, you won't be poisoned, how did you come up with that?"

At this moment, Wang Yan had already passed through the poisonous fog, appearing before Wu Xie. He looked up at Wu Xie hovering in midair, raising his Soul-Breaking Spear, aiming it at Wu Xie.

Meanwhile, standing on the mountain top, Hu Wei suddenly thought: "Right, by not breathing, one won't inhale the poisonous fog, of course, they won't be poisoned. Why didn't I think of this earlier? Our leader's mind is indeed sharp."

However, Hu Wei soon hesitated: "Wait, such a simple solution, everyone should have thought of it already, right? But why does everyone react in terror whenever Wu Xie's Second Soul Skill is mentioned?"

Just then, Wang Yan, who was about to strike with his Soul-Breaking Spear, suddenly shuddered, his hand loosened, and with a clattering sound, the Soul-Breaking Spear fell to the ground.

Wang Yan's body then began to sway, as if he might collapse at any moment.

Up in the air, Wu Xie burst out laughing: "Haha, if not breathing means you won't be poisoned, my Second Soul Skill would be too rudimentary. Hmph, Wang Yan, you've finally fallen for it. As long as you're touched by a bit of my poison gas, you'll be poisoned. Breathing is unnecessary. Haha, Wang Yan, let's see how arrogant you can be now."

With that, Wu Xie folded his wings and slowly descended.

Standing in front of Wang Yan, Wu Xie clasped his hands behind his back, coldly looking at Wang Yan.

Wang Yan's face showed signs of pain now; though he fought hard not to fall, he appeared on the verge with each passing second, as if he might collapse at any moment.

Wang Yan lifted his head, glanced at the smug Wu Xie in front of him, and weakly asked: "Tell me, after a life filled with countless murders, do you not feel any guilt?"

Wu Xie was somewhat surprised by Wang Yan's question but replied with a sneer: "Wang Yan, at this point, why do you care about such things? You should be more concerned about yourself."

Yet, Wang Yan persisted: "I ask you, why did you kill those 186 people?"

Wu Xie snorted, saying: "Why should I tell you?"

But no sooner had Wu Xie spoken those words, than his eyes suddenly went dull.

If someone were to look at Wang Yan right now, they would see his eyes had transformed into black whirlpools, seemingly endless and infinite like black holes.

This was Wang Yan's First Soul Skill, the Eye of Bewitchment.

This was Wu Xie's undoing, caught by Wang Yan's Eye of Bewitchment during his moment of triumph.

Wang Yan raised a hand, using it to draw the Soul-Breaking Spear from the ground to his grasp, coldly stating: "I knew your poisonous fog could penetrate everywhere, but I had enough time to kill you before I'm poisoned."

With that, Wang Yan slowly raised his Soul-Breaking Spear, pointing the tip towards Wu Xie's throat.

However, as the spear tip fell, Wang Yan continued to ask: "Why did you kill those 186 people?"

Even now, Wu Xie remained caught in the bewitchment, unaware that he was already stepping one foot into the Ghost Gate. Upon hearing Wang Yan's question, Wu Xie said: "Indeed, I killed those 186 people..."

Hearing this, Wang Yan's eyes filled with killing intent, and the speed at which he lowered the Soul-Breaking Spear increased, ready to pierce through Wu Xie's throat.

But just then, Wu Xie continued: "But those 186 people deserved their fate. Among them, 34 were unfilial, expelling their elderly parents from their homes, causing them to die of hunger; another 28 betrayed their friends when they most needed help, stabbing them in the back and causing their families to be ruined..."

Upon hearing this, Wang Yan immediately halted the spear already at Wu Xie's throat. He slowly withdrew the spear, shaking his head with a bitter smile: "So Brother Heng was right, you truly are an Evil Doctor, but an evil doctor with purpose. These people deserved to die."

At this moment, the Power of Demon Patterns within Wang Yan gradually faded, and the Soul-Breaking Spear in his hand disappeared, reverting Wang Yan to an ordinary person once more.

This occurred as the Power of Demon Patterns within Hu Wei's three mushrooms had been completely used up.

However, just as the Power of Demon Patterns vanished from Wang Yan, the poisonous fumes spread rapidly within his body.

As it turned out, Wang Yan had been using the Power of Demon Patterns to resist Wu Xie's poison gas, and now that it was exhausted, the poison took immediate effect, causing Wang Yan's mouth to trickle with blood, and his body to falter before falling to the ground with a thud.

With Wang Yan collapsing, the Eye of Bewitchment instantaneously lost its effect, Wu Xie's body jolted, as if awakening from a dream.

Wu Xie stood there, looking at Wang Yan fallen on the ground, furrowing his brow, feeling that something had just happened, but he couldn't quite recall what.

However, the pain from his injuries soon distracted Wu Xie from reflecting, prompting him to raise his hand and retrieve the surrounding poisonous fog, then flicker a shiny throwing knife into his right hand.

Looking at the unconscious Wang Yan on the ground, Wu Xie coldly remarked: "Now I'll slice your flesh little by little, dismantle your bones until you die in agony."

With that, Wu Xie prepared to thrust the knife into Wang Yan.

Just then, a shout arose from the mountain below: "Dr. Wu, don't make a move, Wang Yan just spared you."

Upon hearing Hu Wei's shout, Wu Xie paused, glanced at Hu Wei rushing down from the mountaintop, and asked: "What do you mean?"

Hu Wei reached Wu Xie, explaining: "I don't know what happened just now, but I saw you suddenly frozen there, and Wang Yan was pointing his spear at you. After you said a few things, Wang Yan withdrew his spear and didn't kill you, then he collapsed."

Wu Xie snorted again: "Do you expect me to believe that?"

Hu Wei insisted: "It's true, you yourself said that among the 186 people you killed, 34 were unfilial, and 28 were betrayers..."

Upon hearing Hu Wei's words, Wu Xie was immediately stunned. He had never told anyone those things, and no one knew about them. If Hu Wei knew, it could only have come from Wu Xie's own mouth.

Wu Xie slowly lowered the knife in his hand, hesitating gradually.

Hu Wei finally breathed a slight sigh of relief.

However, at that moment, Wu Xie felt the pain from his injuries once more, gritting his teeth and declaring: "Hmph, so what if that's the case? He made me suffer so much pain, I must avenge myself. Alright, if you don't kill me, I won't kill you either, but you must learn the price of angering me, Wu Xie. Indeed, why not? I'll take apart your arms and legs, swap them around, hahaha, let's do just that."

With that, the knife in Wu Xie's hand fell, aiming for Wang Yan.

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