Yang Fan seemed to be losing consciousness, weak throughout his body, his eyes blankly staring at the ceiling.
Brother Hu got up from the ground and approached Yang Fan: "Kid, thought you could fight, huh? Give it a try now!"
Yang Fan could not move, seemingly without even the strength to lift his arms.
"Why can't you move?" Brother Hu slowly squatted down, looking at Yang Fan, patting Yang Fan's face with his hand. "I thought you were formidable. In the end, you're just a dead man."
Yang Fan moved his eyes, glanced at Brother Hu, and twitched his lips.
"Don't waste your effort; you can't move. Do you know what the Thousand-Handed Poison King is?"
Seeing that Yang Fan didn't speak, Brother Hu seemed very pleased: "Let me tell you, it's a terrifying poison master, an unmatched expert, who kills invisibly."
