On the outskirts, the old man who had successfully escaped by using the poison fog was still feeling somewhat relieved.
After all, to have left the clutches of a devil like Ning Fan, even if injured, was no small feat.
Recalling how he had knelt in front of Ning Fan and was slapped repeatedly, the old man felt his cheeks twitch even now.
"Damn it, if I ever find the opportunity, mark my words, I've roamed the battlefields for many years, and you're the first to disgrace me so, I will kill you!" The old man stopped to rest and fiercely punched a nearby tree.
But then, he sensed something was amiss.
His buttocks and the back of his thighs were throbbing with intense pain.
At first, the old man didn't mind, as it was only natural to feel pain after being pierced by so many Silver Needles.
But now, after some time had passed, the pain had not subsided at all; in fact, it was becoming increasingly severe.
He furrowed his brows, turned his head in confusion to look.
