On the cold jade bed, the netherworld absolute baleful poison churned as though it had physical substance.
The walls of this secret chamber, specially built to treat Lei Wu, were inlaid with evil-repelling solarflame stones capable of suppressing evil entities. Yet now, these priceless spirit stones were like dying candles in the wind,
Their masculine red radiance had been suppressed to a dim glow, and the temperature throughout the chamber was terrifyingly low. Even the air had condensed into black-purple frost that reeked of blood and decay.
Chu Bai stood quietly before the bed. His profound gaze seemed almost tangible, piercing the thick poisonous miasma and settling directly on the burly man lying there.
Lei Wu.
The founder of the Ironblood Hall, a mid-tier faction in Formless City—a formidable figure of these troubled times who had led a band of lowly rogue cultivators through bloody battles into the Inner City and carved out a place for them in this Wasteland, where lives were worth less than grass.
Yet now, this formidable figure resembled a rotting corpse.
His chest rose and fell almost imperceptibly. His exposed skin had turned a horrifying black-purple, and beneath it, streams of poisonous energy like black earthworms could be seen frantically writhing and gnawing.
Chu Bai stirred his divine sense. A strand as fine as a steel needle silently pierced Lei Wu's body.
"Just as I thought."
After probing for barely half a breath, Chu Bai withdrew his divine sense, understanding and disdain flashing in his eyes.
It was hardly surprising that Medicine King Valley's so-called high-tier alchemists had been helpless and pronounced Lei Wu certain to die.
In their understanding, this "Netherworld Baleful Poison" was a deadly poison without an antidote.
They had tried to neutralize and dissolve it with all manner of precious antidote