"Young Sect Master, forgive us. We will take you to the next town immediately," the Fifth Elder reacted and glanced at the Ninth Elder. Both of them then tried to help the Young Sect Master stand up.
But the strength in their bodies seemed to have been drained completely, unable to stand up at all. Not only were their legs weak, their entire bodies were soft.
"No, it's impossible."
The Ninth Elder let go of the Young Sect Master's arm he was holding, clenching his teeth.
He wanted to stand, but without any strength in his body, what could he do? What kind of poison was this that he had never seen before?
"What poison could reduce us to such a state?!"
He wanted to punch the ground, but his hand was limp, devoid of any strength.
In such a state, even if someone with no cultivation level at all came along, they could easily slit their throats one by one.
