Anyone doing what Wang Ming did was nothing short of committing suicide. She watched as all the mist in the venue was sucked into his body and nervously observed Wang Ming's skin turning purple. To her astonishment, the purplish color soon faded, as if it had been neutralized by his body.
Wang Ming then looked at the crowd and frowned when he saw that many still had lingering effects from the poison, especially the ordinary guests, who seemed to be on the verge of death if nothing was done.
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"This poison is really effective," Wang Ming thought as he eyed the cultivators who were fighting sluggishly and were injured, while the attackers wearing protective artifacts had it easier as they were shielded from the poison.
He racked his brain for a solution as he glanced at the box he was in and saw that the girls were also engaged in battle. Compared to others, they were doing much better, but he knew they would lose their edge as time passed if the poison was not removed.
