Plop—
However.
Just as the misty claw was about to pierce Jiang Fan's back.
A flash of purple light, without any warning, came from the distant mist.
Instantly piercing through it.
"Howl~~" A wailing sound like that of an injured leopard echoed around.
The irregular mass of poison mist fell to the ground, struggling in pain.
From the wound pierced by the Purple Sword, dark gray blood flowed out.
Jiang Fan raised his hand, and the Purple Sword flew into his palm.
He said coldly, "I guessed you were faking death long ago!"
"Fog Demon!"
It turned out that Lu Xiunian's Fire Talisman hadn't killed it.
It was just acting for everyone to see.
The purpose was to make those behind let their guard down.
Xue Wanchong was fooled and moved the Seven-colored Mysterious Ice without any precaution.
He got hit by the trap laid by the Fog Demon.
Since entering the Poison Mist, Jiang Fan had been on guard.