Hearing Mao Jing say that, my pupils couldn't help but dilate.
The Nine Nether Toxic Miasma could corrode the flesh and devour the soul.
If that was true, then this poisonous mist was far too terrifying and bizarre.
Just as Mao Jing and I were stunned, the Nine Corpse Daoist's voice suddenly echoed from deep within the mist:
"Old man, you dared to chase me here, so have a taste of the Nine Nether Toxic Miasma's power."
The moment he finished speaking, the toxic miasma suddenly surged toward us.
Seeing this, Third Master took out a yellow talisman and hurled it forward.
"Suppress!"
The yellow talisman hung in midair as Third Master raised his hand in a sword-finger gesture, pointing at it.
A faint yellow glow spread from the talisman's surface, its runes shining brightly.
For a moment, it blocked the encroaching Nine Nether Toxic Miasma, preventing it from spreading in our direction.
At the same time, Third Master spoke again:
"You wicked Daoist, let's see just how profound your cultivation is and how long you can maintain this Nine Nether Toxic Miasma..."
From Third Master's tone, although the toxic miasma had appeared,
maintaining it likely consumed a great deal of the Nine Corpse Daoist's true qi.
It was now a battle of attrition.
It all depended on who fell first and who could no longer hold out...
At that very moment, several figures suddenly rushed out from the pale yellow mist behind us.
When I turned around, I saw that it was Master, Daoist Qingshan, Pan Ling, and Zhang Yuchen.
The moment they appeared, they spotted us.
"Brother Jiang! Brother Mao!"
"Xiao Jiang!"
"Senior Brother, what's the situation now?"
"..."
Everyone spoke at once.
Seeing Master and the others arrive, I immediately said:
"Master, Senior Qingshan, the Nine Nether