Huang Zumeng, whose neck was being tightly strangled by Wang Zheng, managed to send out a desperate cry for help.

Wang Zheng was also furious when he heard his voice.

"Scream? You dare to scream? You think you can fool me?"

Wang Zheng continued to tighten his arm, making a cracking sound as he pulled on Huang Zumeng's thick neck.

Huang Zumeng must have been consuming some rare and precious herbs before, because despite all this, his spiritual energy was still flowing endlessly, and even the spiritual energy shield around him had become much stronger.

Otherwise, Wang Zheng would have smashed his head with a hammer long ago and sent him on his way; there would have been no need for such a complicated process.

A person and an elephant started wrestling here.

At this moment, in response to Huang Zumeng's plea for help, the sinister man waved his hand and summoned a cloud of seven-colored poisonous mist, which enveloped Wang Zheng and Huang Zumeng together.

Wang Zheng had heard Huang Zumeng's "The Boy Who Cried Wolf" stories so many times that he initially thought Huang was just making another foolish mistake.

Now that he sensed another presence, he knew that the other side seemed to have come to help, so he immediately became extremely vigilant.

Suddenly, a red mist enveloped his body, and his entire body swelled up even more.

"Heh...heh..."

As Wang Zheng exerted his strength, Huang Zumeng began to struggle in pain, with clear saliva dribbling from the corner of his mouth.

He kept kicking his limbs against the ground, trying to break free from Wang Zheng's clutches, but Wang Zheng wouldn't let go and instead increased his grip even more.

Seeing Huang Zumeng's face turn bright red, his eyes bloodshot, his eyes rolling back, the veins bulging on his forehead, and his pale and ferocious expression, Wang Zheng knew that he was about to reach his limit.

As the seven-colored poisonous fog descended upon him, Wang Zheng disregarded it and simply twisted his waist forcefully.

"Click!"

With a sharp crack, Wang Zheng snapped the giant elephant's neck, spraying blood all over him.

Huang Zumeng's eyes were wide open on the elephant head, his death unresolved.

He couldn't understand why, as the heir of a demon prince, he had been extremely vigilant towards this guy, had long ago sent out distress signals, had already summoned his helpers, and had even swallowed the demon king's inner core given to him by his father...

He harbored resentment.

He hated that he wasn't strong enough.

He resented that his father was not in the territory.

He resented the man opposite him for arriving so late.

Filled with endless resentment, and accompanied by the constant convulsions of the enormous elephant body, it was clear that Huang Zumeng was beyond dead.

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Seeing this, Wang Zheng turned around, dusted himself off, looked at the gloomy man with an unpredictable expression, felt the spiritual energy fluctuations emanating from him, and let out a disdainful sneer.

"As everyone knows, people die when they are killed, and so do strange beasts, so he died!"

Wang Zheng tilted his head, holding Huang Zumeng's elephant head, and kicked away the huge corpse on the ground, saying calmly.

He felt his body being corroded by the seven-colored miasma, and the rate at which his spiritual energy shield was being generated could not keep up with the rate at which it was being consumed.

In just a moment, the dazzling mist came into contact with my skin.

In an instant, it was as if the flesh was being torn apart by thousands of poisonous insects, and the skin and flesh immediately rotted and turned into pus.

Wang Zheng dared not be careless and summoned several beams of holy light, which not only enveloped himself but also dispelled the poisonous fog.

'This poison is incredibly potent, but even if my constitution can't withstand it, I still have the level 8 Holy Light spell as a backup. It's confirmed to have a counteracting effect, so the advantage is on my side!'

Wang Zheng felt the spiritual energy fluctuations emanating from the other party were almost identical to those of Huang Zumeng, but he didn't care. So what if it was just another half-demon? Killing one was the same as killing two.

So much time has passed, and the yellow-toothed spirit elephant still hasn't come. It's obvious it's not nearby. We can kill this half-demon in front of us and then escape.

Perhaps Wang Zheng himself didn't realize that he had been using Thorn Heart the whole time, which meant that his recent poisoning had also caused a backlash against the person in front of him.

However, the sinister man showed no reaction whatsoever, which meant that the other party was at least completely immune to his toxins.

Wang Zheng took a deep breath and forced himself to stay alert. With Huang Zumeng's death, he had basically regained his senses.

At this moment, with Huang Zumeng's death, the previously gloomy weather suddenly cleared up.

The dark clouds in the sky had dispersed, the surging lightning had all disappeared, and the dazzling sunlight shone down again, dispelling the oppressive atmosphere from before.

The sinister-looking man opposite him was stunned and stood there dumbfounded when he saw Huang Zumeng die.

Firstly, he couldn't believe that this monster, known for its defense, had its head torn off by the kid in front of him. He had only wanted to put on a show, and Huang Zumeng was already dead.

Secondly, his poisonous mist couldn't even withstand a sixth-grade beast, yet this kid's casually summoned pillar of light could dispel it.

More importantly, his plans vanished with Huang Zumeng's death.

Although he himself was partly to blame, he still attributed the main reason to Wang Zheng, who killed Huang Zumeng.

Upon hearing Wang Zheng's mockery, the sinister man flew into a rage and shouted:

"You bastard, do you know what a stupid thing you've done?"