Zhao Xia watched as Wen Qingye expelled a wisp of black qi from his body, and she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Wen Qingye slowly rose to his feet, his gaze fixed gravely on the Black Cloud Mountain Chieftain not far away.
SPURT~
Black blood continuously flowed from the Black Cloud Mountain Chieftain's waist. The dark liquid slowly soaked through his clothes and dripped onto the ground, causing the earth to corrode with a sizzling sound.
"What is this?" Zhao Xia asked, bewildered.
Wen Qingye looked at the black blood and explained, "He's not going to make it. The poison has already started to ravage his entire body."
The Black Cloud Mountain Chieftain slowly lifted his head, his eyes locked on Wen Qingye and the others. "Bullshit! I won't die! My Poison Technique is unrivaled!"
As he spoke, the Black Cloud Mountain Chieftain let out a sinister chuckle and slowly got to his feet.
