Xiao Yi Xian had naturally not spent all that time idling in Holy Pill City. Taking advantage of the Pill Convention, when countless alchemists had gathered, she had collected a great quantity of highly toxic substances that were ordinarily difficult to obtain. Apart from helping Xiao Yan, she had spent most of her time concocting these poisons.
Her final haul was the jade bottles she had scattered. Just a few drops from any one of them could poison a Dou Zong to death.
At the same time, the Poison Pill within Xiao Yi Xian continuously released Dou Qi to sustain her. She possessed the innate Woeful Poison Body; as long as poison was present, she could unleash combat strength far exceeding her own Dou Qi level.
Xiao Yi Xian's goal was now quite simple: she had used up all the poisons she had personally concocted over more than a year, seeking only to first bring this battlefield under control.
She did not understand the Spirit Clan's methods, nor did she believe she could break them in a short time. What she could truly do now was buy as much time as possible, giving Xiao Yan or Qing Lin the time and opportunity to break the Spirit Clan's predicament.
Xiao Yi Xian's judgment proved highly accurate. As the poisonous mist spread across a wide area, the Spirit Clan members were all affected.
Most importantly, their vision was obscured, and even their soul perception was blocked by the nearly tangible poison.
Ling Zhuo's mind had already been affected by the blood energy continuously erupting within his body, and his emotions gradually became irritable.
"Go in! Other than those from the Thunder Clan, kill everyone else!" Ling Zhuo roared. "It doesn't matter if that woman has the Woeful Poison Body. She's only a