As soon as he moved, the severe poison in him, with the suppression of spiritual power reduced, spread rapidly. Within these few breaths, Zhuo Wuying already felt dizzy, his body heavy.
At this moment, the intense pain from his broken right arm, instead, kept him clear-headed. He used spiritual power to seal several acupoints and meridians, striving to slow the spread of poison.
Zhuo Wuying knew the only way to survive was to take out the Thousand-Mile Mirror from his bosom and call for help from the Wang Family. But in this situation, was there still a chance?
Now, three Foundation Establishment Feather Scholars were surrounding him. One had a body covered in dark purple, with a pair of pitch-black short swords hovering around; another was tall, holding a long halberd upside down. Both had pitch-black eyes, devoid of any whites, making their gaze chilling to the heart.
