Yu Xian hid in the shadows, watching as a faint red line in the air gradually dissipated and disappeared, knowing that the two men had indeed abandoned their companion.
He immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
Although he had taken the initiative and used poisonous gas to weaken the two men's strength, they were obviously prepared, and the poisoning effect was far worse than that of the red-robed young man.
If they truly came to blows, and he had to face three opponents alone, the chance of losing was not unthinkable.
After all, his magic artifact had not yet been successfully refined, and his means of attacking enemies other than the meager Fireball Technique were only the poison he had just used on the three men.
As it turned out, this was indeed the spoils of war he had obtained when capturing Chen Xiao that day - the Poison Scripture written by a certain Cultivator who had passed away.
There were several poison formulas in it that could work on Cultivators.
