"That's right."
The girl called Nanxing nodded.
Then she bit her finger, forced out a drop of blood, and swiftly drew a Runes on Xu Taiping's arm, which had already lost all feeling.
"This talisman can conceal the aura of the Poison Curse for you. Otherwise, Demon Cultivators will definitely come hunting you."
Nanxing explained to Xu Taiping.
"Thank you, miss."
Xu Taiping thanked her with great solemnity.
"This talisman can only last an hour."
At his words, however, Nanxing frowned and shook her head before continuing:
"Not only that, in two hours at most, you won't be able to use Sealing Acupoints to stop it from feeding on your Blood Qi anymore."
Xu Taiping's heart tightened at her words.
"Little Nanxing of the Gongshu Family, I never imagined you were such a busybody."
Before Xu Taiping could ask Nanxing whether there was a way to break the curse, the black mist on his left hand suddenly gathered into a ghostly face. A cold, sinister voice immediately rang out from within it.
"Old scoundrel Wang You, so even you would live to see this day."
The girl Nanxing did not answer him, but instead looked at the ghostly face with a cold smile.
At her words, the ghostly face's voice abruptly turned colder. It then looked at Xu Taiping and said:
"Outsider, your fist techniques are indeed formidable, especially paired with that Physique. At least on the first floor of this Mysterious Wasteland Tower, you could throw your weight around unchallenged."
"But now that I've crippled one of your arms, I've effectively crippled your fist techniques."
"Once an hour has passed, let's see what you'll use to deal with the Demon Gate cultivators who come to rescue me, the Devil Master."
As the ghostly face reached this point, the Runes