Wei Chuan screamed like a pig awaiting slaughter, his agonized howls echoing through the air.
If one looked closely, faint patches of purple had begun to spread across his skin—a telltale sign of the Nethersoul Poison ravaging his body.
His limbs convulsed uncontrollably, and his once-proud demeanor had crumbled into sheer, unbridled terror.
That must be the Nethersoul Poison at work…
Lin Feng shivered as realization struck him—this was one of the most powerful cultivators he had ever encountered in his life.
Yet, Grandma Qing had incapacitated him and several others without so much as lifting a hand, her mere presence enough to render them helpless.
The sheer disparity between himself and the truly powerful people of this world had never been clearer.
A fire ignited within him, a desperate longing to one day wield that same overwhelming strength.
