In the Miasma Poison Martial Arts Arena, nine long stone serpents had already reached his front.
The small memory in Tan Zhu's eyes quietly dissipated.
He raised his hand for the second time.
This time, he held two fingers together and gently pointed forward.
The second wave of purple-black poison mist spread from his fingertips.
Darker in color than the first time!
When the poisonous mist unfolded, it had no overwhelming momentum, nor dazzling brilliance. It was just a silent purple-black smokescreen, like the silent night, blocking in front of the nine long stone serpents.
The first serpent charged into the poisonous mist, and the stone scales on its head immediately turned black. The detoxification patterns on its belly lit up, trying to drive away the poisonous mist. But the purple-black mist seeped in through the cracks of the stone scales, directly annihilating all the Spiritual Nature supporting the serpent's body.
The serpent's head froze.
