The poisonous mist raged on, lingering relentlessly. However, as time passed, it slightly weakened.
Agonizing screams echoed for a full seven or eight minutes.
Four or five Golden Immortals stumbled out of the toxic fog, only to crash face-first into the dirt. Their bodies twitched uncontrollably as they desperately channeled their Immortal Yuan and swallowed pills to suppress the poison. Yet, the effects were negligible.
Suddenly, several figures approached from a distance. Noticing the commotion, they immediately sped up.
It was none other than Situ Ke and his group.
"Poison?"
Situ Ke and the others' expressions changed slightly. Without hesitation, they erected their Immortal Yuan Shields and approached with extreme caution.
Upon seeing the devastated landscape and the miserable state of the numerous Golden Immortals, all of them paled.
