Virgin Flower Crown

With his abilities severely limited, and faced with the unceasing attacks from the Magical Beast army, Flowing Venom found himself in a dire situation. He tried to fend off the attacks to the best of his ability. He would face the fatal attacks of the Magical Beast army every time he tried to retrieve his poisonous powders. In the end, he had not had the chance to unleash the poison techniques he was adept in before his body became covered in wounds and blood.

What do I do? Am I going to be trapped here until I die?

Looking at the hordes of the Magical Beast army and their fierce attacks, then looking at Yang Ling commanding the Magical Beasts from within the lake's healing water, Flowing Venom clenched his teeth, charging toward Yang Ling at his fastest speed despite the risk of injury.