Soul-Falling Slope.
Thirty li southeast of Heaven Dou City.
The terrain was low-lying and shrouded in fog year-round.
Even under ample daylight, a layer of grayish-green mist always lingered deep within the slope.
Before nightfall, Di Yao's group arrived at the entrance to the slope.
The carriage came to a stop.
A faintly fishy, sweet scent drifted into everyone's nostrils on the wind.
Hu Liena frowned as soon as she stepped out of the carriage.
"Poison."
A low-ranking Deacon stepped forward to scout the way. After taking only two steps, his face suddenly turned green, and he staggered, nearly falling over.
Hu Liena flashed forward and immediately pulled him back.
The Deacon clutched his chest as a greenish aura surged across his face.
Gui Mei's shadow rose from the ground and wrapped around his wrist.
A thread of icy Soul Power flowed into him.
Only after a moment did the Deacon barely manage to catch his breath.
"Th... thank you, Your Excellency Ghost Douluo."
Gui Mei said nothing.
His gaze remained fixed on the mist within the slope.
Falling Devil Douluo walked to the front, his expression grim.
"What nerve. They even dared poison people from Spirit Hall."
Hu Liena looked into the fog.
Deep within Soul-Falling Slope, the trees were withered and yellow, while the weeds on the ground bore an eerie dark-green hue.
The deeper they went, the thicker the fog became.
It was not ordinary white mist.
It was poison mist tinged with jade-green.
Like countless tiny venomous snakes winding through the air.
Di Yao stood at the entrance and did not rush in.
He watched the poison mist as Dark Gold Firelight flickered in his eyes.
Poison.
Very potent.
It was not poison released by ordinary Poison Powder or medicinal herbs.
Someone had deliberately laid down