As Wang Anfeng and Zhu Xiao crossed hands, the people of Immortal Pavilion had already hastily swept out more than ten paces away. The leading woman, with the greatest speed, heard the sound of Zhu Xiao's palms striking Wang Anfeng from behind. Her expression changed slightly, she gathered her energy to lighten her body, slowed her movement technique, and turned to watch the battle situation.
A dark green poison fog enveloped an area with a radius of one zhang, with a nauseating stench assailing the nostrils.
With the power of the Immortal Pavilion's Poison Skill, even though the other martial artists had left it behind by a hundred meters, the smell was still very distinct.
The woman recognized this as a sign of her sect's martial arts being pushed to the limit. Her expression suddenly became extremely tense, her heart filled with anxiety, unsure of the outcome of the clash.
In her moment of unease, steady footsteps came from within the dark green poison fog.