At this moment, Li Yan was not afraid that the other party still had the strength to resist. With the fragmented, lethal poison he now controlled, he had a clear sense of whether the poison had seeped into the other party's body.
His sensitivity toward poisoned bodies even surpassed the judgment of Divine Sense. Strength came from confidence.
Moreover, Li Yan had already judged the other party's current condition. How could he still be a Fusion Realm cultivator at the height of his powers? Otherwise, he would have struck against Li Yan long ago.
After setting the trap, Li Yan had been dragging things out with him all along!
Otherwise, since he had already ensnared the man with the Hanging Ghost Rope, he could naturally have acted directly and captured him.
But since Li Yan had recognized that face, he could naturally be certain that the silver shuttle was not the other party's true body.
Thus, what he had trapped was merely a magical treasure. The person inside still had a certain chance of escaping. At the same time, Li Yan had always been wondering why the man had fled madly all the way here.
This man was a supreme expert capable of fighting Master and Martial Uncle. Li Yan did not quite believe that his strength could have fallen to such a pathetic level.
Yet the other party had been continuously showing weakness. Li Yan had always acted with caution; how could he dare be the slightest bit careless? He had to coax the other party out.
When Xiao Yunzong emerged, and Li Yan saw his incomparably emaciated figure, Li Yan was already basically certain that this man's injuries were indeed far more serious than he had expected.
But he still needed the deadly poison to erode the other