"Ye Hao, don't be so ungrateful. We're trying to protect you from harm!"
Old Evil Zong waved his hands, scattering a handful of gray powder. Instantly, the space in front of Ye Hao was filled with this gray powder.
Under normal circumstances, this powder was potent but easily detected and guarded against by opponents, rendering it ineffective.
However, at this moment, Ye Hao, worried about Ye Haochuan's safety, was already mentally disturbed and inhaled quite a bit without realizing it. Immediately, he felt his body go numb, and his movements slowed down.
"Sect Master!"
The Xuanmen cultivators saw Ye Hao move and became anxious.
"Everyone, stop!"
At this moment, Senior Feng arrived beside Ye Hao, stopping the impending chaos.
"Old Evil Zong, give me the antidote now!"
Ye Hao only felt his body growing increasingly numb, and his head became groggy.
"Sorry, this is a new concoction I've made, and I've not developed an antidote yet."
