The effects of the poison spread quickly across the battlefield.
The soldiers of the Tiesha Tang began to stagger in their formations, their breathing gradually growing shallow as the dark green haze clung to their skin and seeped into their lungs.
Their movements turned sluggish. Weapons that were once swung with force now dragged through the air as if they were weighed down by an invisible weight.
Some clutched their throats, while others dropped to a knee. They weren't dying, but clearly they were weakening with each passing moment. The poison chipped away at their stamina, dulled their reflexes, and slowly sapped their strength.
It was during such times that the fierce soldiers of the Tsuitsui clan stepped forward without hesitation and began their wanton slaughter.
The miasma barely affected them, for they had trained for this, built up resistance, and prepared for the moment their clan arts would tip the scales of battle. Additionally, they had also consumed the antidote.
