Looking at the miasma thriving in Chu Zheng's hand, the people lying on the ground turned pale.
"Chu Zheng..."
Ji Feng was about to speak when a blob of nearly liquefied miasma smeared across his face.
He instinctively tried to hold his breath, but his body was already out of control, his breathing becoming more rapid.
The effect of the Poison Warding Pill could only last for a day. At this hour, the medicinal power had nearly dissipated, its effect minimal.
As the miasma entered their bodies, the complexions of the few turned green and purple in the blink of an eye, with veins popping on their foreheads, their breathing more labored.
Ji Feng's body quivered, and he was the first to fall silent.
Chu Zheng did not stop his actions and continued to forcefully inject the miasma into Ji Feng's body.
In his eyes, Ji Feng's body still harbored a vigorous Life Origin, clearly in a state of suspended animation, pretending to be dead.
