The poison fog dissipated.
Old Town had already fallen into ruins, where mostly all the animals that once resided here had died or were gravely injured, unable to withstand the deadly poison.
Although Wu Hen was a Taste Spiritual Awakener, staying in this toxic gas for too long was also uncomfortable for him.
Breathing in a breath of fresh air, Wu Hen then casually dealt with the other two Poison Sub-humans.
The soul breath was equally indispensable, equivalent to four dishes and a soup, with the staple food being of high quality.
"What about you, you haven't spoken your last words yet, now is a good time to hear them," Wu Hen said, his gaze turning cold as he looked towards the man holding the Longevity Vine.
The young man's expression carried a hint of arrogance, slightly raising his face as if he were an ancient noble, not showing a trace of panic even though he had been caught by the local authorities.
