Although Fang Xianhu had a defensive barrier around his body, given his cultivation and confidence, he did not believe that he could encounter danger without sensing the slightest thing.
Especially now, the place where he sat was completely enveloped in a mass of colorless, formless poisonous gas. Even if someone could conceal their tracks and break in, they would be poisoned in an instant.
Fang Xianhu naturally knew best just how overbearing this poison was. Without an antidote, let alone inhaling it into the lungs—
Even if some of it touched the body, the barrier formed from spiritual power would be penetrated in an instant, and the virulent poison would adhere to the skin without delay...
This was poison, not a spell. Many defenses that appeared incomparably sturdy were, in truth, of little use against it!
Thus, despite such an overbearing defense, Fang Xianhu did not fully circulate his defensive barrier. Besides, if he did that, he would no longer look as though he were meditating and breathing in spiritual energy.
Others would be able to see at a glance from the surging mana around his body that this place was clearly a trap. If so, what would be the point of setting up a chain of schemes?
Yet the defensive barrier around his body could still withstand a normal attack from a Void Refinement cultivator.
Crack!
And it was precisely this powerful defensive barrier that, the moment that large hand appeared and clamped down, was shattered in a single blow by an incomparably tyrannical force!
At the very moment Fang Xianhu felt an overwhelming palpitation and opened his eyes to see that large hand, the palm had already firmly covered his mouth and nose.
Fang Xianhu was instantly scared out of his wits. His mind went blank, and he