Below the fog that lay downstairs, Fan Ruoruo, who had originally entered without any issue, was already corroded by the poison gas.
She fled desperately, like a headless fly that had lost its direction, while frantically calling for help.
Although Wu Xia found her somewhat annoying, she was after all a descendant of Emperor Qing, and he couldn't just stand by and watch her die in front of him.
Orochi did not waste words and immediately extended its golden head to form a solid defense, breaking through the fog and entering within, and picked up the barely alive Fan Ruoruo with its mouth.
It was only a matter of tens of seconds, and the defensive strength of Orochi's golden head was such that even a full-blown strike from Wu Xia wouldn't cause too much damage.
Yet now, after only tens of seconds, the golden scales had corroded, displaying signs of shedding and festering.
"Damn it!"
The yellow head cursed in pain, howling fiercely.
