He raised his hand a third time.
This time, he spread his fingers open, palm facing downwards.
The purple-black poisonous smoke did not emerge from in front of him, but rose from the bottom of the entire Miasma Poison Martial Arts Arena.
Poisonous smoke rose from the grey-green puddles, from the blackish-brown muddy sludge, from the blue-black mountain walls, from the roots of dead trees.
Even amidst the remnants of Earth Cloud dispersed by Yue Qingshan, poisonous smoke arose.
Yue Qingshan's face changed dramatically.
He suddenly realized that Tan Zhu's poisonous smoke had long since infiltrated the entire arena!
Tan Zhu had been laying the groundwork all along.
But he did it so quietly, so gently, so defensively that everyone thought he was just diffusing the offense.
In haste, Yue Qingshan urged his techniques!
