Lei Chongfeng, as Meng Zhao was disguised, made no move. Yet Yan Libing and the two Lei Family experts had already made up their minds. Horse-Face Ghost was a Martial Arts Grandmaster of immense strength, yet even he had been unable to defeat the Poison King hidden in the shadows.
If Horse-Face Ghost were defeated, none of them would escape unscathed. Therefore, no matter how unwilling they were, they had to follow Horse-Face Ghost's instructions and find the Poison King's true body as quickly as possible—either kill it or hold it back, creating a chance for Horse-Face Ghost to win.
There would certainly be unimaginable danger along the way. No one knew how much of its strength the Poison King lurking in the dark had truly used against Horse-Face Ghost. If it still had strength to spare, they would still face near-certain death.
But now, the arrow was on the string and had to be loosed. If they risked it, they might still live. If they did not, death was the only outcome.
Thus, they could no longer spare thought for anything else and searched with all their strength for the Poison King that might be concealed in the darkness. Yan Libing in particular held a Trump Card in his hand, one capable of dealing even with a Great Grandmaster. If he found the Poison King's true body, he could utterly grind it out of existence.
Yet this Poison King was exceedingly strange. It could rely on its will and divine abilities to command endless poisonous insects against them, but it itself possessed no sense of presence whatsoever, as though there had never been any Poison King to begin with.
Yan Libing was well-traveled and knowledgeable, but even he was growing anxious. He asked, "Everyone, when the Lei Family last