He hadn't expected that after using fifty percent of his strength in his last strike, the two people in front of him had only sustained light injuries. This surprised the old man quite a bit...
Little did he know that the white mist surrounding him was extremely corrosive. Once it entered the body, it not only corroded the flesh and dark energy, but also the soul...
What the old man didn't know was that if it weren't for the elixir refined by Mo Jiuli, which was different from ordinary elixirs, Leng Mingye might have died under his palm just now.
Lin Yue glared at the old man in anger, trying to contact Mo Jiuli in her mind, but she found a cruel reality. The white mist around her seemed to be a kind of prohibition, even separating her from Mo Jiuli's contract...
