Jin Gaochi couldn't help but cough twice.
Immediately, there was a bloody taste in his mouth.
He tightly covered his mouth with his right hand, but a few threads of blood still seeped through his fingers. However, fortunately, his blood was still red. The few martial artists lying on the ground had already ceased to breathe, their eyes wide open in anger, one was cloudy, as if transformed into crystal.
From the wounds of these martial artists flowed bluish-black blood, making the air filled with a bloody stench. Jin Gaochi had roamed the world for more than twenty years and could be considered knowledgeable, but had never encountered such a poison before.
However, he already had some vague suspicions in his heart.
