Ding Huan once again felt waves of intense Poison Dao Rhythm invading his domain, yet his Great Universe Technique needed only several cycles to completely neutralize these toxic rhythms.
Seeing Jia Baihe, covered in blood, still manipulating poisons, Ding Huan had no choice but to reach into the void and grasp, instantly condensing the toxic substances into a drop of poison.
With a flick of his hand, the drop of poison landed in the palm of Jia Baihe,
"Don't bother with your little tricks of poison, they're of no use against me."
Bloodstained all over, Jia Baihe looked at the drop of poison in his palm as if struck by lightning.
He had never seen anyone like Ding Huan, who had such control over poison that it seemed effortless.
If not effortless, how else could Ding Huan easily collect and return this drop of poison to him?
This drop of poison combined ten thousand and eleven different toxicities, representing the pinnacle of his poisonous skills.
