Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability Chapter 3073: This Stench Is Toxic!

Clenching his fists tightly, he unleashed dozens of punches at the Evil Dragon, his Original Soul energy flowing out endlessly as if it cost nothing, hammering the beast and shoving it backward toward the Paper People.

"Damn thing!"

The Evil Dragon bellowed in rage, yet it couldn't find a way to counter the monster.

One unexpected issue arose: after unleashing its most powerful strike, weakness flooded its body, pain surging everywhere like its scale armor had been torn off by force!

Even worse, the Paper People had now encircled it completely, launching attacks that left no room for recovery.

"Damn it, you!"

Right then, fury boiled within the Beastman too, as he grasped just how vile the Evil Dragon's so-called poison truly was!

This Bone Corroding Poison—could it really just be the Evil Dragon farting? If so, he'd hack these wretched creatures apart himself!

Paper People don't need to breathe, so they avoid smelling that foul reek, but he couldn't escape it!

Heaven knows how revolting that odor was. Even before he absorbed the Soul of the Divination Jade and released his own smell, it paled in comparison to the Evil Dragon's putrid stench.

He felt like retching, but there was no time; he needed to keep the Evil Dragon pinned down.

Why didn't his master have a mask fitted for him? With one, he could cover up and dodge this nauseating smell.

Although the Evil Dragon appeared cornered under their onslaught right now, they alone couldn't hope to obliterate it entirely.

"Take this!"

With those words, he struck the Evil Dragon again, his Original Soul energy crashing onto its body like a storm of raindrops, thick and unrelenting.

He held back no longer—even if victory eluded him, he craved a few more hits on the Evil Dragon to make enduring that horrific stench worthwhile.

The Paper People followed only their master's commands strictly; unless the Evil Dragon tried fleeing past them, they refrained from lethal blows since An Jiuyue hadn't issued such an order.

Thus, they merely kept the Evil Dragon tied up, inflicting minimal damage.

Qian Jiyun carried An Jiuyue to a spot nearby, where she furrowed her brows watching the fierce clash between the Evil Dragon and Beastman—she caught whiff of that stench as well.

Though still somewhat distant and the odor not overpowering, this stink was far from normal.

"This stench is poisonous!"

She shot a sidelong glance at the man, issuing a quick warning.

Next, she pulled a bottle of Ninth Grade Detoxification Pills from her space, shook out two, and passed one to him, pressing him to swallow it fast before the smell overcame him without a fight.

"What did the Evil Dragon eat to make its gas so stinky!" she grumbled in annoyance.

If the Evil Dragon overheard her, it would explode in wrath: what did she mean its gas stank so badly? This was its deadly poison, which had felled countless gods in the past!

This is not gas!

"It might be worse than a fart," Qian Jiyun chimed in.

"Hmm? It's not the dragon's fart?" An Jiuyue arched a brow, probing Qian Jiyun.

She shared the Beastman's suspicion, assuming it was dragon flatulence; how else could it reek so terribly?

"There's a special pore on the dragon's tail, designed to hoard toxins built up over countless years. This dragon has roamed for tens of thousands of years without ever facing a real rival."