"What... what have you done to me?" the Crane Immortal widened his eyes in terror, clutching his chest tightly, only to feel a heart-piercing pain rapidly spreading through his body, as if countless tiny poisonous insects were gnawing madly within his veins. His face instantly turned pale as paper, and large beads of sweat rolled off his forehead, soaking his disheveled hair.
The dark figure let out a sharp and satisfied laugh, echoing over the Soul-breaking Cliff like a ghostly wail, sending chills down one's spine. "I have carefully laid a special poisonous mist on this Soul-breaking Cliff. This poison is colorless and tasteless, and once inhaled, it invades the body through respiration. Since you have come here on your own today, just accept your fate and die!" The dark figure's voice was deep and eerie, as if it came from the Nine Netherworld Hell.
