"A puppet?"
Ye Feng was on alert.
If it was just an ordinary expert, they might not be able to threaten him, but this old man's strength was unfathomable, and he even knew how to use evil arts. Ye Feng had to be on guard against him.
"Brat, just surrender and I'll give you a quick death!"
The scrawny old man laughed evilly. His eyes were rolling. Suddenly, he waved his hand.
Shua!
A cloud of black mist flew out of his sleeve and instantly filled a radius of several feet. A nauseating stench came from the black mist.
"What?"
Ye Feng's expression changed, and he immediately held his breath.
"Hahaha, little thing, this is a corrosive poison. No matter how strong your martial meridians are, as long as you are touched by it, you will be corroded into a pool of pus!" The skinny old man laughed wildly.
