The spread of the purple mist was faster than expected; in half a second, it instantly enveloped the altar and began to invade outward through the killing array.
Soon, a disciple of the Tai Chi Sect touched the purple mist with his back.
In an instant, his clothes turned charcoal black, as if scorched by ghostly flames. His skin, too, eroded by the purple mist, dissolved into pus and flowed down.
"Ah! My back!"
The scream he emitted was terrifying. As he rolled continuously on the ground, the purple mist struck again, and his body, touched by the mist, melted into pus as if snow meeting the sun.
"Not good, this purple mist is highly poisonous, retreat quickly!"
Liu Canghai sensed the peculiarity of the purple mist beforehand, exiting the killing array and fleeing to a distance.
"Run!"
Immediately, the people of the Tai Chi Sect went madly fleeing into the distance, without caring for Qin Hao and the others.
