The Blood Drinker's deadly poison was terrifyingly potent; even the Phantom Spirit Heaven Fire could barely suppress it. This situation had never appeared before, but thinking about it, it was nothing strange. The Spirit World's myriad strange poisons were naturally far beyond anything the Human World could compare to.
Lin Xuan felt waves of disgust churn through his heart, but he did not hesitate. He cast out an incantation seal, and the Spirit Boat was wrapped in a mass of spiritual light. Then the glow withdrew, yet the Spirit Boat's form grew increasingly indistinct. Woo—a simple, desolate sound entered his ears, and the Spirit Boat shot toward the distance.
The most urgent matter, of course, was leaving this place of trouble before his eyes.
If he truly were a Dongxuan Realm cultivator, he could have ignored it. Unfortunately, his current state relied on the power of a medicinal pill, and it had a time limit.
Lin Xuan naturally would not stupidly remain here. If another old monster of the Sea Race appeared, he really would be in danger.
In this battle, he had already done everything he could. He believed that after eliminating the Sea Race experts, the human cultivators had a very large chance of turning defeat into victory.
If they still lost under these circumstances, Lin Xuan would not bother with them anymore. Mud that could not be helped onto a wall—if such people died, then they died.
Hopefully, he would not encounter any more twists and turns.
Thinking this, Lin Xuan returned to the quiet room.
According to his estimate, his Dongxuan Realm state could probably still be maintained for about the time it took to drink a cup of tea.
The most urgent matter was removing the Blood Drinker's deadly poison.
Lin Xuan sat cross-legged and