At this moment, Zou Feng truly felt as if he had summoned a deity to possess his body.
There was no need to hesitate. Now that he had entered the state of Summoning Gods with an External Pill, not going on a killing spree would be an absolute waste.
Besides, Su Qingyu's situation probably wasn't great right now.
Zou Feng could already smell a faint, familiar scent in the nearby air.
That, of course, was the scent of Su Qingyu's feet… no, of her poisonous gas.
For it to have drifted this far, Su Qingyu must have just gone all out in a major battle.
Su Qingyu was a rare and cherished Fellow Daoist. Not only was she his best point of contact for all things related to Poison Cultivators, but she was also a dance partner with whom he shared an appreciation for the arts. He couldn't let anything happen to her.
With a BOOM, the ground instantly formed a terrifying crater. Zou Feng was already a hundred meters away, streaking like a meteor toward the most intense part of the battle.
