Now that the swordsman and the others had lost their strength, they were panicking, and the initiative was in song Qing's hands.
She was extremely calm. If the swordsman did not speak, she would not make a sound either.
The bubbling sound in the fallen Dragon Valley grew louder and louder, and the green fog instantly filled half of the valley and spread out.
The strong corrosive smell of decay stuck to the swordsman's hair, skin, and armor, making a 'Chi Chi' sound.
His light golden hair curled up the moment the green gas touched it. In the end, it turned into dark green liquid and dripped down like asphalt that had been burned.
Pa da!
The moment the green goo touched the back of the swordsman's hand, the swordsman was jolted awake.
"Because ..." He seemed to have made up his mind. He shook off the drop of juice on the back of his hand with a straight face and scratched his sword with his hand, making a creepy sound as the blade scratched his skin.
