Noticing Ye Feng's gloomy expression, a trace of arrogance flashed across Wang Han's face, and he laughed heartily:
"What I gave you is the exclusive Drunken Poison Grass from the second level!
This thing initially acts like ordinary anesthesia!
But that's just an illusion. The real potency ferments inside the stomach, and by the time people realize it, the effects have already penetrated the bloodstream!" As he spoke, Wang Han paused, sneeringly looking at Ye Feng: "Are you starting to feel gradually powerless?
Do you feel your head beginning to spin?
Ha ha!"
Triumphant!
Wang Han laughed triumphantly!
Ye Feng remained silent with a gloomy face!
Everything Wang Han said was true, as Ye Feng indeed felt his limbs starting to weaken!
Even though the strange energy in his body was spinning with all its might, it could only slow down the speed but not completely alleviate the phenomenon!
Ye Feng felt a bit displeased inside!
