By the time the 8th portion was reached, the color change in the spirit water was minimal.
It just made the spirit water slightly murkier, seemingly no longer possessing such potent toxicity.
Witnessing this scene, Fang Yun finally breathed a sigh of relief.
How could he not be cautious after seeing the power of this poison?
He made a small cut on his hand and then dripped the 8th portion of spirit water into the wound.
After several drops, Fang Yun's brow slightly furrowed.
His body's reaction was unexpectedly mild, as if he had merely dripped ordinary spirit water into his wound.
It seemed that after eight rounds of dilution, the toxin's concentration had become too low.
The content in this 8th portion of spirit water was already so low that he barely felt it.
Only after several drops did he feel a slight sensation, as if something had merged into his body.
But obviously, the concentration was too low to elicit any response in his body.
