This deadly poison had originally been prepared for Fan Sha, and now it came in handy.
The Purple Star Mandala's poison took effect quickly. Fan Sha's expression stiffened as he sensed something wrong inside his body. Several streams of poison ran rampant through him, inflicting all kinds of damage and shrouding his face in a layer of purple haze.
"This is... poison! Fan Lang, you're too despicable! You actually poisoned me!" Fan Sha roared.
"Between you and me, what right do we have to talk about being despicable? Don't let the pot call the kettle black. This battle will only decide life or death; any means are fair game!"
Fan Lang pressed his attack fiercely, swinging the Dragon Scale Sword. Bamboo leaves swirled around him, forming a green storm that swept Fan Sha into it once more.
Stricken by the deadly poison, Fan Sha felt terrible all over. Even the Mystic Power within him had been contaminated, making it difficult to wield. His expression turned extremely grim as he flashed backward at high speed, but the bamboo leaves filling the sky pursued him relentlessly.
Puff! Puff! Puff!
Leaf after leaf sliced Fan Sha open. Some even pierced through his head and heart, dealing fatal wounds.
He used that life-restoring ability again. A white lotus bloomed beneath his feet, and white light bathed his body.
This time was different. The poison eroded his body, causing wisps of purple vapor to rise from his wounds and making them difficult to heal, dragging him down.
"This is bad. This poison actually has such an effect!"
Fan Sha's heart sank as he felt death looming over him.
He hurriedly took out all kinds of antidote pills and swallowed them all, whether they would work or not.
The Purple Star Mandala was no ordinary poison.