Yang Zhen's face showed a trace of horror as he slipped into unconsciousness.
At such a moment, how could he pass out?
How was it possible to pass out?
The palace structure resembled a bunker, with walls around it as high as several tens of meters—enough to ensure the safety of both Yang Zhen and the Empress of Su Emperor Palace.
But the problem was the sea of corpses below, which was trying to climb up.
If these corpses knew how to stack on top of each other, once one of them climbed up, Yang Zhen could imagine the ensuing scenario where both individuals would become a feast for an endless tide of bodies.
And not even leaving bones behind!
Thinking of this outcome, Yang Zhen truly did not wish to faint.
Yet, whatever this fragrance was, it gave him, who was immune to a hundred poisons, absolutely no chance to resist.
No, maybe there was a chance—if Yang Zhen had one more second to react, he had plenty of ways to make this fragrance completely ineffective against him.
