Soul Destroyer only felt a burning pain on his cheek and began to wonder if the blade of the black-clad woman's knife was smeared with chili oil. Just a single slash and it hurt so much. He reached out to wipe his face, and then, when he saw his hand again, he was startled—not just blood, but also a patch of blackness. This was... poison.
"Poisonous Woman, you actually poisoned the blade." This time, Soul Destroyer was completely serious, or to be precise, he was furious. He tapped several acupuncture points on his face with his fingers to stop the spread of the toxin. In just a few seconds, he was starting to feel dizzy and weak.
Damn it, I absolutely can't fall here. Soul Destroyer forced himself to stay alert. This was a battle—if he lost focus, he'd surely die.
"Soul Destroyer, are you okay?" Demoness rushed over when she saw that Soul Destroyer was injured and poisoned. Sure enough, the toxin from the wound had already begun to slowly spread.
