The Purple Smoke Poison Fog wrapped around Ling Xiao's body, which involuntarily elicited gloating laughter from among the crowd.
The Martial Artists of Crime City, there are not many who have sympathy.
This is a truly vicious place.
However, in the next instant, the laughter of those people abruptly ceased.
Ling Xiao didn't even move, and the terrifying Purple Smoke Poison Fog was all dissipated in an instant, as if forcibly sucked away by something.
Those Martial Artists with good eyesight briefly perceived a change in Ling Xiao's left eye, but it happened so quickly that even they did not catch a clear glimpse.
"The Purple Smoke Poison Fog has been broken? And so effortlessly?"
Surprised exclamations emerged from the crowd; they were well aware of Mang Xiao's Purple Smoke Poison Fog—countless Martial Artists had died under its influence, their ends pitiful beyond words.
