"This is bad!" the two guards cried out, their faces turning deathly pale.
Although Ye Chang'an lacked combat experience, his reactions were not slow. Sensing a vicious gust of wind behind him, he spun around abruptly, flinging a handful of dark green powder he had already prepared in his left hand.
HISS—
A cloud of black mist with a sickeningly sweet and pungent odor instantly billowed out, completely enveloping him.
This was the Bone Decay Miasma he had meticulously refined. If even an Acupoint Realm Martial Artist came into contact with it, their bones would soften, their muscles would go numb, and their Primordial Qi would stagnate in no time.
"Poison?"
The black-robed person seemed to let out a soft chuckle, their forward momentum not slowing in the slightest.
