Sikong Yuyan trembled, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and her face turned deathly pale. The aftereffects of using a secret technique to forcibly enhance her strength had set in, and her body suffered a backlash, resulting in internal injuries, depleting all her power.
What was worse, the palm strike she took from that man earlier contained a cold poison. The cold poison was incredibly potent; if Sikong Yuyan were at her peak, she wouldn't fear it, as she could refine or expel it.
But now, injured and with no strength left, she couldn't possibly resist this cold poison, which immediately started acting within her, spreading an endless chill throughout her entire body.
Very quickly, it permeated her whole body, causing her to shiver continuously, her face ashen with a layer of frost, and her lips turning purple.
Her face twisted with a pained expression, as she hugged herself, curling up on the ground like a person about to be frozen solid.
