"Poison?" Xiao Yi glanced at the ground, his brows furrowing slightly.
"Poison?" The surrounding Martial Artists exclaimed.
On the scorched ground, wisps of black mist emerged.
The already blackened ground suddenly began to melt.
"What a terrifying toxicity." The surrounding Martial Artists found their feet sinking, greatly shocked.
"Let's go."
The Martial Artists who had been aggressively trying to capture Xiao Yi and Qing Lin instantly flew away.
Only five people were left at the original spot.
Xiao Yi, Qing Lin, the elder, and the two middle-aged men behind the elder.
Tap… tap…
Xiao Yi and Qing Lin's feet were trapped in the ground, their expressions somewhat grim.
The once hard land had already turned into a highly poisonous swamp.
A mysterious force on the ground was sucking at their feet, making it difficult for them to pull free.
Most importantly, two powerful auras were firmly locking onto them.
