"What's going on? What the hell are you doing?"
Ling Yun looked at the group, whose condition was even worse than before, his tone somewhat cold.
Could these guys really be fabricated illusions?
Hearing his voice, everyone opened their eyes one after another. Yet instead of answering, they merely wore dejected expressions.
"What's wrong with these people?" Seeing them like this, Ling Yun was puzzled and turned to stare at Ma Xiu.
Ma Xiu's face was also exceptionally grim at that moment. He said in frustration,
"There's no helping it. This damned poison is far more troublesome than we expected."
"Not only can we not use Spiritual Energy to eliminate or suppress it, but it actually devours our Spiritual Energy, making it even harder to deal with!"
"Antidotes and the like are completely useless too."
"Is there no other way?" Ling Yun frowned slightly.
Ma Xiu first shook his head, then nodded again.
"It's not as though there's absolutely no way. Judging by the current situation, this poison relies on our Spirit Energy to survive."
"So long as we don't actively gather Spirit Energy, it should disperse on its own before long."
And that counted as a solution?
Ling Yun looked at the bunch of dead fish sprawled across the ground, feeling speechless.
Besides, how long was "before long"?
One hour? Two hours? Or even longer?
Although there seemed to be no danger here for the moment, those lurking in the shadows definitely would not let them off so easily.
And more importantly, these people were likely about to face an even more troublesome problem.
Ling Yun's eyes flickered slightly as he looked at the pale-faced people in the corner.
From their bodies, he could already faintly sense a thread of chaotic aura.
It had been said before that the