The emerald poison cloud exploded, instantly enveloping a vast area, filling that space with a dense green toxic miasma so thick that one couldn't see their own fingers within it—a hue deeper than pitch black, seemingly capable of swallowing all light.
Everyone thought that what Lu Ye flicked from his fingers was a Spiritual Artifact meant to kill the enemy, who would have imagined it to be such a thing.
Caught off guard, many Ten Thousand Demons Ridge cultivators found themselves enveloped in the poison miasma.
The next moment, cries of alarm rose, "It's poison!"
"Hold your breath quickly!"
"Take a Detoxification Pill fast."
"Damn you, Lu Yiye, I'll tear you to pieces!"
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