Zhao Xing stared blankly for half a day, and it took him ten seconds to slowly reveal a bitter smile, as if he were a sloth.
Indeed, the situation was just as Bo Wei had described.
Because his soul was wrapped in black liquid, the transmission of thoughts seemed to go through layers of a maze.
But now, at least it could be transmitted. The black liquid was distributed in overlapping layers, and Bo Wei used a unique Magic Technique to perform an anti-binding.
The current situation is that Bo Wei controlled the toxin outbreak but has not completely eliminated it. The poison restricted Zhao Xing's soul thinking speed, limiting his casting speed.
"Elder Bo Wei, am I out of the danger zone now?" Zhao Xing asked.
"Hmm, the first stage of treatment is complete. Restricting the toxin and waking you up was the first step."
