For decades, if he could escape the torture of the Five Poison Dominating Vein, Master Mo would rather die.
Xin Lin moved her lips but did not say anything further.
Master Mo's mind was made up.
The room was already filled with the scent of blood.
Night had already fallen.
Xin Lin's heart was still hanging in suspense.
Rong Qiu also persevered, biting onto that Five Poison Dominating Vein relentlessly.
Most of the Five Poison Dominating Vein had already left Master Mo's body; it kept thrashing about as if alive, continuously emitting black poisonous gas, and Master Mo's breath was growing weaker.
Finally, Rong Qiu, biting the Five Poison Dominating Vein, plunged into the wooden barrel with a thud.
Xin Lin was startled; she scooped up Rong Qiu with her left hand.
Aside from being soaking wet, Rong Qiu seemed unharmed.
After the Five Poison Dominating Vein left Master Mo's body.
Its previously aggressive appearance quickly changed.
