"He... he went in?" Watching Shen Haoran's disappearing figure, everyone outside the Palace was stunned, too shocked to speak for a moment.
They had felt that black toxic mist before. Even a Spirit Aspect Powerhouse couldn't last more than three breaths inside it. They would have to retreat after that, or risk being corroded by the Nether Poison. And once that Nether Poison made contact, it would seep deep into your bones, impossible to ever get rid of!
The four Alchemists looked as if they had seen a ghost. They had used up dozens of Fifth Grade Elixirs, and even one Sixth Grade Elixir, yet relying on the resulting condensed Pill Qi, they still couldn't take more than two steps into the black mist. But Shen Haoran had just gone in completely unprotected—and he was running! How was that possible?!
Everyone exchanged glances. Yang Zhenlan swallowed hard and said to Yang Yu, who was standing beside him, "You really found one hell of a helper!"
