The Poison King rubbed his hands together, his eyes gleaming with unnatural excitement.
"I'm going to turn you into living dead."
"What a marvelous performance this will be."
With that, the Poison King gave a light toss forward.
A black shadow flashed past and landed on the ground.
Thud~
A cloud of light green mist rose up, swallowing the two of them.
At that moment, even the faint movement of air that Lu Qingxue's skin had still been able to sense became completely chaotic.
"It's finally complete. Five Senses Severance—struggle in despair until you die."
Having done all this, the Poison King did not rush to finish the two off with a weapon. Instead, he watched the scene with a smile, utterly focused.
In the next thirty seconds,
their body temperatures would gradually drop by around ten degrees, all their senses would fail, and they would begin to fall into hallucinations.
After sixty seconds, their blood vessels would abnormally dilate, and their heart muscles would begin to fail.
They would feel incredibly, unbearably cold, yet their skin would become incredibly, unbearably painful...
After ninety seconds, their skin would begin to rot...
"Ha ha ha..."
"HAHAHAHAHA!"
Mad laughter rang through the empty bar, piercing and lonely.
But at that very moment, Mu Fan, one hand braced against the ground, tilted his closed-eyed head slightly to the side. His body suddenly sprang up from the floor, though he did not leap high, nor was he particularly fast.
He merely made a swift roll and landed beside Lu Qingxue.
At that moment, Lu Qingxue seemed to sense danger approaching within the illusion. Her left hand gripped the Stacked Snow Sword as she abruptly turned to slash.
Yet Mu Fan made no other move. Once the Stacked Snow Sword struck...
his head would likely