The surrounding fog dissipated, and the intense sensation of being enveloped once again shrouded Xu Shu. He opened his eyes, and although he had just died a particularly tragic death, he was not the slightest bit afraid; on the contrary, he was resolute.
He lowered his head to look at the Yin God·Sorrow, who appeared to be submitting to him, weeping profusely. He carefully opened his heart to feel, and indeed, he sensed a faint aura filled with pessimism, desperation, and a deflated spirit, which had invaded his body through the gearshift.
He couldn't help but take a sharp breath.
As expected, the Evil Spirit was secretly releasing the Mystical Poison!
The poison produced by this Sixth Rank green Yin God had actually caught him, a Sixteenth Rank Warrior, totally off guard.
Worthy of being an Evil Spirit, truly unreasonable and sinister tactics, Corpse Dog, Narrow Sleeve Guanyin, and the like, were all both bizarre and powerful.
