Seeing his painful expression, Ji Nuan wasn't surprised at all. She was well aware of the poison she concocted; in truth, this poison was even more agonizing than the one just administered to the Nomaden Tribe leader.
But its pain was invisible.
That's why she chose the other poison for the Nomaden Tribe leader; after all, visible pain is always more straightforward.
After about a dozen minutes, the emaciated orc finally lay on the sandy ground, his face ashen and breathing weak like an animal about to die at any moment.
The nomadic orcs observed this, their hearts filled with anxiety.
Just then, they saw their leader, who had been sitting on the sand with a pitiable face, stand up and feed a pill into his mouth.
Then he resolutely lay down beside the emaciated orc, awaiting the onset of pain.
