"Even white elixir can't cure it?" Sixth Senior Brother stared at the crystal bead that was only the size of a pinky nail, then looked at He Dazhi in alarm.
He Dazhi shook his head and uttered two words with certainty. "No cure!"
"It's that poisonous!" Wu Dayi and the others all stared nervously at the clear, sparkling crystal bead in He Dazhi's palm.
"Is this one poisonous?" Zheng Dali asked worriedly.
"This one is white, almost transparent, so it hasn't been used yet!" He Dazhi said with a smile. If it really had poison in it, he would never dare lay it openly in his palm like this. Wouldn't that just be courting death?
"Do you want this?" Little Fatty, who had been standing to the side listening to He Dazhi's explanation, suddenly asked. As he spoke, he placed a black bead glowing with green light onto He Dazhi's open palm, where it lightly touched the white crystal bead.
"Ah!~~~~~" When He Dazhi saw the black bead that had suddenly appeared in his palm, he was so frightened that he flung both beads away together.
Everyone was startled by He Dazhi's sudden scream and all retreated to one side, crowding together. Then, following He Dazhi's gaze, they looked at the two beads that had been thrown out and fallen to the ground.
The white one fell to the ground completely intact. The black one glowing with green light had cracked open, and a drop of blue-black liquid leaked out and dripped onto the ground.
Next, they saw the ground touched by the blue-black liquid become stained black at a speed visible to the naked eye. The area gradually expanded until it formed a circle nearly ten meters across before finally stopping. Within the circular area, the ground turned pitch-black,