As the sky gradually darkened, the Intestine-Breaking Soul-Devouring Powder spread from Blood Moon City, and Feng Wuchen and Ling Xiaoxiao hurriedly rushed to Blood Moon City.
As long as they captured the poisoner and obtained the antidote, the poisoned might still have a glimmer of hope, or otherwise, they could only wait for death.
However, even if Feng Wuchen knew who the poisoner was, he would probably not be able to find them.
Zhang Shiliang would have likely fled far away by now, and no one knew where he was hiding.
By the time they arrived in Blood Moon City, it was already dark.
Cries of agony emanated from the city, resembling the wailing of ghosts and howling of wolves, extremely frightening.
"What on earth happened, so many people have been poisoned!" Feng Wuchen furrowed his brow deeply, very curious as to who would bear such enmity against Blood Moon City to resort to using Intestine-Breaking Soul-Devouring Powder.
