Long Yan flipped over and sat up from the wide millstone, waved his hand, and a magic gun appeared in his palm. The surrounding mist, which had been pink, gradually turned deep red. At this moment, several Shu Mountain's disciples fell straight to the ground, while others clutched their chests.
"This mist is poisonous!"
Elder Roushui shouted, but now most Shu Mountain's disciples had already inhaled quite a bit of mist. They wanted to escape but felt their feet turn soft, tumbling onto the ground. However, on the other side, the Tianshan Sect was still okay, though they felt dizzy, they managed to focus and ran towards the village entrance.
