Yun Jun's body swayed violently. Waves of black mist rose before his eyes as he staggered forward two steps, struggling. He felt his organs and entrails sink into an empty weakness, wave after wave. An unprecedented sense of frailty filled his body; it felt as if even the marrow in his bones had been drained away.
What terrified him even more was the swirl of sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, salty, numbing, and astringent flavors churning in his mouth. Every flavor represented a strange kind of poison. These virulent toxins spread through his body without pause, and wherever they passed, his battle qi and life force rapidly ebbed away.
"Godfall Potion!" Yun Jun cried out in terror.
As a demigod, any poison capable of weakening him so swiftly could only be the legendary Godfall Potion. But this potion had long since been completely destroyed by the Church. More precisely, there had never been many Godfall Potions passed down from the age of the ancient divine wars to the present day.
Yet now, Yun Jun truly and vividly experienced the terror of the Godfall Potion.
It was as though he had suddenly returned to his childhood. He saw flames filling the heavens; he saw the once-mighty Sacred Dragon Court Empire annihilated by the Church's vast, howling armies. One relative after another had their heads chopped off by long blades, while countless clansmen were burned to ash amid the firelight.
He saw his elder brother, Cloud Emperor, rescued by a group of suddenly arriving powerful reinforcements, while he himself was trapped in an encirclement, with no one paying him the slightest heed.
He saw several old ministers who had assisted him fighting to the death at his side, forcibly opening a path of escape for him with their lives. Amid the rain of