"The potency is not bad," said Yang Qing as he refilled his wine. "Handling those in the core formation realm is a given. And if you catch a peak-stage core formation expert unprepared, using the same amount you did, killing them in thirty seconds or less is possible. Even if they're aware of it, it would still be an uphill battle for them to stop themselves from being poisoned or from it turning fatal," he added.
Yang Qing leisurely raised his index finger and pointed it at the sky, though his intent wasn't to point but to release something from it.
"Red," he said as a red, starry mist flowed from his finger. "This strain affects the blood," he continued, gazing at Bolin, who nodded attentively.
"It's well-suited for dealing with other spirit beasts whose strength and abilities rely on the vigor of their blood. And even when it comes to us, it's more than enough to reduce the body's strength.
