Poisoned by Little Gold's virulent toxin, Liu Shuo would not be able to hold on for long even if he took a large number of antidote pills without Little Gold's help to detoxify him. Little Gold was equivalent to a Poison Spirit Master of the Spirit Practitioner Realm.
Moreover, Little Gold's specialty lay in its own venom. The toxins produced by a Poison Spirit Master of the Spirit Practitioner Realm could never compare to Little Gold's. Even some weaker Poison Spirit Masters of the Spirit General Realm might not surpass Little Gold in toxicity. How could such a fierce poison possibly be endured by a mere Liu Shuo?
As long as Huo Hai did not have Little Gold help detoxify him, Liu Shuo was as good as dead. Liu Shuo's aura was weakening bit by bit. Huo Hai had no intention of repaying enmity with kindness when it came to enemies. Wasn't it better if he died?
Huo Hai swept his gaze around. Severed limbs and mangled bodies lay everywhere. Although all the guards had been poisoned by him, very few had truly died from the venom. Aside from those whose strength had been too poor, who had died the instant they were poisoned.
The rest had managed to hold on for a few breaths before being blasted to pieces by the Explosive Spirit Stones Liu Shuo had planted. These people probably had not even dreamed that the mission they had come to carry out would actually be a certain-death mission. The vast clearing, along with the surrounding woods, had been utterly devastated.
There were only two living people in the clearing: Liu Shuo and Huo Hai. Liu Shuo was one of those already standing with one foot in the grave. Huo Hai remained where he was not because he