"They're here."
Fu Nanshan reminded him.
His expression turned serious as well.
Although he was confident these poisons would not affect him much, if they truly entered his body, he would probably still have to suffer quite a bit.
Yi Feng's eyes lit up as well.
As the poisonous mist completely enveloped him, he hurriedly took several deep breaths.
Then he sat cross-legged on the ground and waited for the poison to take effect.
He even feared it would be too slow, so he forcibly circulated his qi.
"Oh."
"My stomach really does hurt a little."
Feeling the sensation coming from his lower abdomen, Yi Feng's face was full of anticipation.
But he had no idea it was merely psychological...
Beside him, seeing Yi Feng calm his mind and steady his breath, Fu Nanshan nodded.
It seemed this kid was seriously resisting the poisonous mist.
He wondered how long the kid could endure.
But judging by the look of it, nothing would happen anytime soon.
With that thought, Fu Nanshan simply closed his eyes and began cultivating.
After all.
His recent cultivation had reached a critical juncture as well.
He needed to seize every moment he could.
Time trickled by.
Seeing that his body still showed no other obvious symptoms, Yi Feng grew a little irritated.
But seeing that Fu Nanshan beside him had not been poisoned either, he figured the poison probably took effect slowly and simply waited patiently.
Outside, everyone on Heavenly Poison Island wore tense expressions.
"I wonder what the result will be."
"Yeah, I wonder whether the poisonous mist we developed can pose a threat to the lives of those in the Dao Unification Realm."
Everyone was on tenterhooks.
If they were asked to concoct a poison capable of killing a single Dao Unification Realm cultivator,