Hiss, hiss, hiss.
The miasma pervaded the dark and damp forest. Poisonous snakes slithered among the dead leaves on the ground.
Chen Chou'er watched as the Little Poison Immortal disappeared into the distance, only retracting his gaze once the Little Poison Immortal was completely out of sight.
There was no Tiaoma Town a hundred miles to the east.
Only a five-hundred-year-old Poisonous Flood Dragon!
With the Little Poison Immortal's mere Divine Travel Realm cultivation, this journey was certain death!
The next moment.
Chen Chou'er grabbed the unconscious Meng Hedong by the hair and dragged him toward a nearby cave dwelling.
Moments later.
The two of them appeared inside the dwelling.
He laid Meng Hedong down horizontally and then sat cross-legged, gazing into the distance.
He didn't rush to act but slowly unwrapped the bandages covering his body and face.
His already hideous and grim face looked even more shocking now!
