Yuan Ming thought of this and dispersed the Fire Cloud in the sky, descending near Hua Zhi to act as her protector.
However, as soon as Yuan Ming landed, his legs suddenly went weak, his entire body experienced unbearable stinging pain, and it felt as if flames were burning inside his body. He almost wished he could tear open his flesh with his fingers to dissipate some of the scorching force.
"Poisoned? Could it be that there are enemies lurking around?" He was both shocked and furious, enduring the severe pain as he concentrated mana, sweeping his Divine Sense around him.
However, the surroundings were tranquil, with no enemies appearing.
Yuan Ming paused slightly, then suddenly thought of something. He turned abruptly to look at the Spiritual Flower on the purple-black cocoon, the faint fragrance hovering in his nostrils, finally understanding where the deadly poison had come from.
He tried hard to mobilize the remaining strength in his body to move outward.
