Recompense

After Li Yan rose to his feet, he drew in the spiritual power around him and calmly looked across at his opponent.

As if sensing it, the "Elder Dragon Jiao," who had been sitting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them and looked over as well.

"Fellow Daoist, my poison has been cured!

"Since Fellow Daoist is safe and sound and we have yet to determine victory or defeat, let us continue. Fellow Daoist, make your move!"

As he spoke, Li Yan flipped his palm, and two more "Spirit Recovery Pills" appeared in his hand.

The instant everyone beneath the platform saw what had appeared in Li Yan's hand, their breathing abruptly caught.

"A-another... 'Spirit Recovery Pill'?"

But by now, everyone knew just how terrifying the Spirit Recovery Pills in Zhang Ming's hands were. Even the "Ghost Jiao Clan," whose members cultivated poison, had been reduced to such a state.

Quite a few people secretly glanced again at the small pool of dark-green fluid somewhere on the platform, and their lower bellies tightened in waves.

The Elder Dragon Jiao's eyes instantly widened, then the flesh of his face began twitching violently. The aura that had only just begun to settle nearly went out of control again.

Realizing something was wrong, the Elder Dragon Jiao immediately forced down his surging aura. Yet the soul within his body began to fluctuate violently once more, and waves of dizziness assailed him again.

He could only shut his eyes at once and gasp heavily for breath.

Xiye, who lay flat on the other side, shuddered the instant she heard Li Yan's voice and painfully turned her head.

"Y-you... you..."

The heavens and earth fell silent. Only after five or six breaths did the Elder Dragon Jiao reopen his aged eyes.

What met his gaze