As if it were a clay jar sealed for ten million years, and once opened the disturbance of the outer airflow would drag out the Ai Chen inside—on the far side of the Teleportation Gate, the wind that blew out carried a heavy dusty smell that was enough to make people cough.
The linking of the two spaces also damaged the stability of the Poison Dragon Realm, allowing the toxic miasma to escape along the Teleportation Gate.
Yet this was precisely what everyone present did not want to see—the space behind the gate was their current escape destination. If it were contaminated by the Highly Poisonous fumes, then Fafnir's influence would truly cling to them like a shadow.
A Xiang immediately whipped up a gale, but with the Sword of the End having timed out, the strong wind he could now conjure was far weaker than during the battle just moments ago. Seeing this, Diao, who had just finished her Healing Spell, also began Casting, calling upon the Wind Spirit to disperse the poison.
