Xie Liushu's face was filled with fear.
The poison mist before him gave off an intensely dangerous feeling.
He no longer had absolute confidence in being able to dig out the Seven-Colored Mysterious Ice within it.
Xue Wanchong's eyes also grew heavy as he remarked disdainfully:
"Elder Lu, the current poison mist is unbearable, even for my Ancient Giant bloodline."
"This is far from what you mentioned in your message."
Jiang Fan gazed at the constantly wriggling poison mist.
He, too, showed some signs of fear.
Even though he carried the Nine Poison True Scripture, staying too long in such dense mist was risky.
However, digging out the Seven-Colored Mysterious Ice shouldn't be too difficult.
Lu Xiunian shook his head: "I, as an elder of the Supreme Sect, would not deceive you two juniors."
"When I sent the message to you both, the poison mist was indeed much thinner."