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The poison liquid rapidly transformed into a cloud of mist as if it were a net descending from heaven, its speed akin to lightning.
And with the attack coming from both sides, Greg Jensen's retreat was almost instantly cut off.
"Hmm?"
He furrowed his brows tightly, formed his hand into a sword gesture, and intended to forcibly use Limitless Swordplay to disperse the toxic mist.
However, soon, a flash of inspiration struck him, and he extended his little finger, applying the Cultivation Technique of Poison Immersion Finger.
Buzz buzz buzz—
The poison mist trembled between his little finger and began to be absorbed at the fingertip little by little.
Visible to the naked eye, his entire little finger turned black, the toxins concentrated in one area, seemingly wanting to spread to the rest of his body.
Fortunately, under the suppression of the spell of Poison Immersion Finger, the volatile poisons were quickly calmed and fully controlled within a small area to circulate.
