Damn it, you think we're dead or what?
Starting a fire we could ignore, boiling medicine we even put up with.
But you fuckers are actually cooking?
Fuck, you really think we don't dare kill you?
Right after that, the group's pace sped up!
But every single one of them moved with extreme caution!
When something's off, there's always a freak behind it!
After all, their Realm was a bit lower than the guys from the United Base.
Plus in these last few days, a lot of people from Poison Spider had died.
Better safe than sorry—that's always been Poison Spider's motto.
Otherwise, the weeds on their graves would've been several meters high already.
Right now, Zhang Fan was squatting by the Medicine Furnace, constantly tossing ingredients inside.
The Medicine Paste he'd refined earlier, he'd already smeared it on Mo Yajing and the others.
But that still wasn't enough.
These past few days, Mo Yajing and the others had basically been pushed to their absolute limit.
