The Change in an Instant

"I saw that even after taking medicine and circulating his cultivation, the wounds on his body still could not heal. This was precisely the stage where the medicinal power and toxicity were locked in a stalemate. There should be a result within thirty breaths."

One of them answered.

"The situation on Old Dragon Floodwyrm's side is not looking very good either, especially Fellow Daoist Xi Ye."

The Third Elder of the Four-Eared Macaque Clan, his waist half-bent, had a sharp light constantly shifting in his eyes. No one knew what he was thinking.

He was Old Dragon Floodwyrm's close friend, but with the Demon Guard Army at their side and the formation restrictions on the stone platform already activated, there was nothing he could do to help.

At present, Xi Ye had one hand clamped around her own throat while the other held a small jade vial. As she swayed, she poured some kind of spiritual liquid into her mouth.

Her figure, usually as steady as a rock, now swayed left and right like someone drunk. She staggered about within a small area.

Jiao Wuxing, meanwhile, clutched his head with both hands. Red blotches covered his entire body, and his face was twisted into a savage grimace.

"In a poison duel, life and death are often decided in an instant. Neither side's condition is easy to judge!"

The last foreign-race Golden Core Realm cultivator spoke. Upon hearing this, the group fell silent for a time.

They had not dealt with the Ghost Floodwyrm Clan for merely a day or two, and they had great faith in the antidote pills refined by that clan.

Yet now, it seemed that the obscure Zhang Ming had caused the Ghost Floodwyrm Clan considerable trouble.

"Can the two masters see any signs? Why does Old