In the blink of an eye.
Xue Fei caught up to the black shadow within the poisonous fog. His five fingers hooked like claws and clamped directly onto the other man's shoulder. He then yanked him toward himself and retreated at top speed!
In an instant, he had withdrawn beyond the poisonous fog and viciously slammed the black shadow onto the ground.
The crowd looked over and found that he was a black-robed cultivator around thirty or forty years old, only at the Minor Refinement stage of the Cycle Realm.
As Xue Fei dispersed the small amount of poisonous fog he had just inhaled, he shouted sternly at the black-robed cultivator, "Boy, if you know what's good for you, hand over whatever treasure you have that can withstand the Heavenly Calamity Poisonous Fog!"
The black-robed cultivator grimaced in pain and cried hoarsely, "N-No treasure! Please see clearly, Senior! This junior has been afflicted by the 'Withered Marrow Severed Veins Curse' and has only two days left to live! The Immortal Spirit Grass is my only path to survival! Either way, I'm dead, so why should I fear taking a chance in this poisonous fog? If I make it through, Heaven has opened its eyes. If I don't... I'll merely die two days earlier!"
"Bullshit!"
Xue Fei did not believe him at all. "No treasure? Do you take me for a three-year-old child, so easy to fool? A trashy Minor Refinement cultivator of the Cycle Realm, and without anything to rely on, you dared charge into dozens of miles of Heavenly Calamity Poisonous Fog? Think your bones are hard? Then I'd like to see just how hard they are!"
As he spoke, one hand gripped the black-robed cultivator's shoulder while the other searched and patted lightning-fast over the man's vital points,