The boat had reached the shore.
However, Pu Yunmo and Sakurai Longzi had yet to recover from Chen Feng's words.
White mist… illusion… poison…
The sudden influx of information was difficult for them to accept.
"In other words, we can only live for another 24 hours?" Pu Yunmo still could not accept this fact.
"Stop talking."
Chen Feng patted Pu Yunmo on the shoulder.
Because he saw Blake lying on the deck slowly open his eyes, as if he had regained consciousness.
It was better not to tell Blake about the poison first.
He did not mean to hide it from him.
The main thing was that Chen Feng was afraid that if he heard the news, he would faint again.
"What just happened?" Blake asked in confusion after waking up and looking around.
"The Yamata-No-Orochi we saw was just an illusion. There's no need to be afraid," comforted Pu Yunmo.
"What!" Blake exclaimed.
"You saw… the Yamata-No-Orochi just now?!"
