"Not good! This mist is poisonous—we can't breathe it in."
The gray-robed elder and the others were greatly alarmed. The moment they inhaled the toxic mist, they immediately felt the strength draining rapidly from their bodies, as though all the mana they had cultivated over many years had vanished completely.
This abnormality filled them with terror.
As Divine Ability Realm cultivators, they had long grown accustomed to possessing the power to overturn mountains and seas. Yet after inhaling this toxic mist, the strength they had cultivated for so many years had suddenly disappeared, turning them into mere mortals.
Such a change terrified them to the utmost.
But the effects of this Cultivation-Dissolving Poison were incredibly tyrannical. As long as one inhaled even the slightest bit, without an antidote, there was simply no escaping it—not even for Divine Ability Realm cultivators.
Thud! Thud! Thud!!!
Their bodies weakened to the extreme. Like dying fish stranded without water, they all collapsed to the ground, utterly powerless, finding it incredibly difficult even to lift a finger.
"No, that's not right. You're not from our Soul Hall. You... who exactly are you?"
At this moment, the gray-robed elder and the others glared furiously at Xia Ping.
How could they not realize by now that these two were absolutely not Soul Hall playboys? No real playboy would possess either the nerve or the strength to attack Soul Hall elders.
This fellow had not come here by accident. He had come for them—for the Inheritance Hall.
But by the time they understood this, it was already far too late.
"You don't need to know that. Get some sleep."
Xia Ping moved in an instant. More than a dozen figures immediately appeared in the space, swiftly arriving beside the gray-robed elder and the others. With a light chop