The brightness that had dimmed due to the Decree Residue being shut off climbed back up again at that moment.
Fu Qian's grabbing motion wasn't fast, but unfortunately, the Black Doctor was somewhat cooperative, and the next moment, his neck was firmly grasped.
Ugh—
That's the downside of being uneducated. If he recognized that kind of golden flame, he shouldn't still be thinking about maintaining his posture.
In the end, the Transcendent criminal who faced death only held on for a moment before starting to struggle.
A familiar twist began to appear on his body, desperately trying to stop the spread of that wisp of golden flame.
Sadly, it was all in vain.
"Antidote."
And after casually crushing a bone that came flying at him, Fu Qian directly repeated his earlier demand.
"I told you, there is no antidote... still unwilling to face reality?"
Even while struggling in pain, the Black Doctor couldn't help but squeeze out a sliver of mockery from between his teeth.
