A chorus of miserable screams exploded.
More than a dozen people around them suddenly clutched their throats, pain written across their faces. Within mere seconds, they crumpled limply to the ground.
Wei He stood where he was, looking at the woman in the white dress in surprise.
"Interesting. What powerful poison-repelling treasure do you have on you?"
He had already used his two most potent mixed poisons against Martial Masters on the person before him, yet they had merely made her head spin for a moment.
"Miss, could you let me have a look?"
"You!" Seeing her subordinates collapse around her, the woman in white knew they had all taken anti-poison medicine beforehand, held their breath, and worn masks, yet they had still fallen victim.
She knew she had underestimated Wei He and was about to speak when she saw, in horror, the figure opposite her suddenly loom larger.
Taking advantage of her speaking, Wei He had actually closed in again and struck with his palm.
"You forced me to do this!!" The woman in white finally roared. The force within her body contracted, then suddenly burst forth along some peculiar trajectory.
"Spirit Coffin! Open!!"
With a low cry, the force throughout her body abruptly swelled to nearly twice its former strength. She charged forward again and slashed out with her sword.
But Wei He was already dozens of meters away, nearly vanishing into another patch of woods.
That bastard's sneak attack just now had merely been a feint!
His movement technique allowed him to advance and retreat as he pleased, almost disregarding inertia. In that instant, he changed direction, turned, and sprang away.
The woman in white was left standing alone. She had just activated her secret technique, injuring her own blood vitality and internal organs in exchange for