Lan Xiaodie saw the situation turning unfavorable, her face turned as pale as winter's leftover snow, eyes filled with fear. She knew well of Shi Feiyang's prowess, and now that Dugu Yan was defeated, she was definitely not his match.
Not daring to delay, she hurriedly flung a cloud of poison mist needles at Shi Feiyang.
The poison mist needles were like a cloud of black smoke, with an acrid scent, quickly spreading towards Shi Feiyang. Everywhere it reached, the air was corroded with a sizzling sound. After releasing the poison mist needles, Lan Xiaodie slipped away like a ghost, drifting out of the pavilion, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye, leaving behind chaos and a lingering poison mist.
Shi Feiyang watched the oncoming poison mist needles, his expression calm and composed, as if Mount Tai collapsed in front of him without changing his color.
