Xiao Qiyue and the Su Ye Team prepared to meet the enemy at the cave entrance while watching the Clone explore the interior.
Meanwhile, over the Team Channel,
Niels's cry for help came through again.
His groans were broken and faint.
"Help... help us... we've been poisoned... Lord Hopkins... hang on..."
Su Ye's Clone sped through the passage.
The scene inside was worse than expected.
Dark Purple Pus covered the ground, and strands of sticky Poisonous Fog clung to the rock walls.
Every few steps, he passed another Human Race fighter convulsing on the ground—skin rotting, bones exposed. Some had already begun dissolving into Pus Water.
At the sight, the Su Ye Team members who had wanted to charge straight in broke out in cold sweats.
They were all the more grateful for Su Ye's caution.
Otherwise, they would have been the ones poisoned and reduced to that state.
Deep in the passage, the battle still raged.
Hopkins was covered in blood. His Golden Spear had snapped, leaving only half of it in his hand.
His left arm bent at an unnatural angle, clearly broken. A wound on his chest lay open to the bone, hissing as Black Smoke rose from it—the Curse was eating into him.
Niels was in even worse shape. He lay behind Hopkins, his face bluish-purple and his lips black. The poison had sunk deep.
Fewer than ten of the thirty fighters he had brought were still holding on, and every one of them was wounded.
And their opponent...
"Heh heh heh..."
An Old Demon hunched like a shrimp stood in the middle of the Poisonous Fog, leaning on a Skeleton Cane.
He was barely five feet tall, with skin wrinkled like ancient bark. His eyes were sunken, with only two points of eerie green Ghost