Chapter 108: Poison Victim

At the mention of that name, Sierra Ling let out a soft, humorless chuckle. "Lord Apollo recognized my talents," she answered, sounding nearly reverent.

"He granted me a share of the advanced toxins, the deadliest curses, and the means to ascend to a higher tier of magic.

Now I am super-level.

Do you have any idea what it means to wield super-level poison magic, Luke?"

Lightning forked across the sky, illuminating the ground below where streams of frenzied demons still raced toward the Fort Snail.

Their eyes gleamed with maniacal hunger. Something about the snail's presence—perhaps its aura, or some cunning manipulation of Sierra Ling's poison—had beckoned them to converge in unstoppable waves.

Luke's gaze flicked momentarily to the side. "I see your handiwork," he said grimly. "Look at them—all those creatures, enthralled by your toxins.

You might as well have unleashed a mass hallucination on them."