Mountains of Jewels
*POM!*
Old Tortoise collapsed on the ground soon after they left the arena. His composition was not as strong as others; his entire body was now full of bloody scratch marks.
It was a praiseworthy feat for him to last this long without faltering.
"Old Tortoise!"
The remnants of the Hundred Beasts Faction quickly gathered around him, though they still suffered from the intense itch while they checked up on Old Tortoise.
They still could not stop scratching themselves.
"I'm alright… I just need some fresh air…" Old Tortoise laid flat on the floor; his voice was weak. "Poison Rat… Is it possible that our blood could be used as an antidote? I could feel my bleeding spots are not that itchy anymore…"
"Blood? I don't think so… You'll need some special herbs to nullify the effect of itchy powder…"
Poison Rat fell into thought for a while, and he got an idea.
