"I… died?"
Dongmen Wang's gaze became lost, suddenly realizing that his hands were covered with tiny red pustules that he didn't know when had started to fester and burst open—one by one.
Under both of his armpits, egg-sized black cysts had sprouted.
His internal organs were beginning to rot and expand, his intestines had dissolved, causing the digestive acids in his stomach to corrode and perforate the abdominal skin.
"What… when?"
For an ordinary person carrying such injuries, death would have claimed them long ago.
But the resilience of a Grandmaster's life force was so robust, it allowed Dongmen Wang to still muster the strength to ask.
"At the moment you were single-mindedly trying to poison me."
Zhong Shenxiu replied calmly.
This Mixed Poison Skill, in the end, couldn't compare with the poison of his micro-gu!
He gazed at the fallen corpse and swept a glance over the scorched earth of the battle, murmuring to himself, "It's time."
