"Interesting fellow, you're not dead yet?"
As though he had felt the resistance from the tip of the blade, a low chuckle came from behind him.
Amid the booming artillery fire, He Ao frowned slightly.
He could feel that the power that had once filled this body had fallen into a state of sluggish silence, as though some invisible force was obstructing the flow of his aura and making it almost impossible for him to draw upon even a fraction of his strength.
Goddess of Beauty's Breath?
No, it was probably a similar kind of transcendent poison, and the dose was massive—so massive that it had almost completely silenced the Talent Sequence within him.
In that instant, He Ao searched through all of this body's recent memories.
There was no scene related to being poisoned.
Had the poison been administered without his knowledge?
He had not stayed in any enclosed space all day, nor had anyone brought anything near his nose, so it was not an inhaled poison.
Had he eaten it?
After "Sot" left Mint City, he had only eaten one meal—the lunch at noon?
He Ao raised his head and looked around.
The Mint City Federal Bureau of Investigation "agents" standing at the edge of his field of vision, who had come with him to investigate the Evil God incident, had already turned their cannons toward him.
The miniature electromagnetic cannons flashed as they fired at him from close range.
Betrayal.
This had been a trap aimed at "Sot" from the start.
He Ao took a slight breath and activated Super Memory.
The immense power of Super Memory instantly spread throughout his body, but soon, that special transcendent poison began taking effect on Super Memory as well, suppressing part of its power.
The dose of this poison really