Those sticks with flames gave out orangey smoke, and the smoke filled the surroundings immediately.
The Qing Feng Sect disciples that were nearest to the sticks were engulfed in it.
Soon after, cries could be heard from within the smoke.
"Argh! Help me!"
One of the disciples came out of the smoke, with his hands stretched out, trying to grab onto someone.
His body was bloated, with his skin and flesh slowly dripping off his body.
It was as if he was slowly melting.
"It's poisonous," Lin Fan shouted and leaped back.
The others in his team followed suit.
When they got to a safe distance, Lin Fan said, "Use the Twirling Wind Strike to disperse the smoke."
Ho Ming, Lee Xiao, and Tai Lan nodded and proceeded to thrust their swords at the smoke.
Their twirling wind shot at the smoke, and it did little to disperse the smoke, only able to lift the curtain of smoke for a very brief moment.
