Onset

"If Senior Brother Xing Ming and the others were truly pitted against the Ghost Flood Dragon Clan, the outcome really would be hard to predict!"

Li Yan closed his eyes and sensed the strands of blood qi within his body. After devouring the invading toxins, they had not returned to his chest and abdomen, but continued roaming through every part of his body, seemingly digesting and merging them.

"These blood qi cannot be calmed immediately, nor can they fuse so easily. The world is vast. Just possessing Phantom Sect's three great poison bodies does not mean one can act without scruple. I wonder whether this devouring will benefit the Fragmented Poison Body."

Aside from advancing alongside Li Yan's cultivation breakthroughs, the Fragmented Poison Body could only advance further by devouring other deadly poisons.

Yet this method was perilous. One misstep, and if he encountered an absolute poison of the world, Li Yan himself would be the first to head for the underworld.

After putting on a show of swallowing quite a few pills, Li Yan entered a meditative state to regulate his breathing.

Yet to different people, all this presented entirely different impressions.

Those watching below saw Zhang Ming desperately pouring a large number of pills into his mouth, seemingly sparing no effort to detoxify himself.

But the result might appear within a very short time, so they stared at the arena without blinking.

When all this fell into the eyes of the three people opposite him, Old Man Long Jiao and the others had entirely different thoughts.

Although they themselves had begun displaying differing symptoms of poisoning, they still spared some attention for Zhang Ming.

When they saw that Li Yan had not fallen to the ground and melted into a pool of blood after several breaths as expected,