The demon cultivator was still laughing smugly, as if he could already foresee Chen Nan's miserable death.
But gradually, his laughter became weaker.
Because Chen Nan, who had come into contact with the poisonous fog, was still standing there perfectly fine.
Chen Nan smiled slightly, the poisonous fog on the iron hook had seeped into his body from his skin's pores, only to be completely swallowed by the King of Ten Thousand Gu.
"Dealing with you guys, Foundation Establishment Stage Level Seven is more than enough."
Seeing Chen Nan's calm demeanor, the demon cultivator was dumbfounded and exclaimed repeatedly, "Impossible, why don't you show any signs of poisoning?"
"You mean this thing?"
Chen Nan grabbed the iron hook, and with a sudden force of his five fingers, the strength of over ten thousand pounds concentrated on his palm, causing the hook to twist and deform instantly, like a lump of scrap iron thrown to the ground.
