The Ghost King glanced at Poison God and Sanmiao Fairy beside him, realizing they were testing him. He smiled calmly and cupped his fists toward them. "That's only right! Let me wish you success in battle, Poison God!"
Poison God's face broke into a pleased smile.
Sanmiao Fairy and the Ghost King walked out of the room side by side and looked across at Shuiyue and Zeng Shuchang, who were supervising the Myriad Poison Sect disciples as they released the civilians.
"So it really is you two!" Seeing Sanmiao Fairy and the Ghost King appear, Shuiyue glared at them with hostility.
While Shuiyue and Zeng Shuchang were distracted by the Ghost King and the others, Poison God quietly slipped away from the Myriad Poison Sect and pursued Tian Buyi and the others in the direction they had gone.
"How are they?" Wu Dayi asked He Dazhi, who had just examined Tian Buyi and Luo Yunji, his face full of worry.
He Dazhi furrowed his brow and shook his head gravely. "These injuries are impossible to treat! The wounds are covered by a peculiar energy, so the pills have no effect at all."
"What are we going to do?" Wu Dayi and Zhang Xiaofan grew even more worried and alarmed.
"We can only return to the mountain and have our sect leader examine them!" He Dazhi's brow remained tightly furrowed, and he was just as anxious and worried.
"But Azure Cloud Mountain is a long way from here. Can Master and Little Junior Brother hold on?" Wu Dayi asked He Dazhi.
"Is this because Little Junior Brother used that Taoist art? The umbrella's energy is connected to Soul Spirits, so could Buddhist magic drive it away?" Seeing that neither of his senior brothers could treat them, Zhang Xiaofan spoke up.
"Well...