"Xie Tian, you... how could you possibly not be dead!"
Wu De was so scared that his soul seemed to be jumping out, his body continuously retreating, his eyes filled with disbelief!
Hundreds of thousands of people were also startled, the Three Skull Poison Smoke Needle is an extremely vicious mundane artifact. The so-called 'Three Skulls'—one for the flesh, one for the Divine Sense, and one for Mana. Anyone hit by it was surely doomed to die.
But the Xie Tian in their Divine Sense, although continuously spitting out black blood, his multicolored Mana completely dissipated, his Divine Sense feeble and nearly extinguished, still got up from the ground and even stood firm!
"Pah."
Spitting out the blood foam in his mouth, Xie Tian wiped his mouth, his bloodshot eyes looking toward Wu De, grinning silently with a laugh.
No sound came out from his laugh, but everyone could feel his relief, his joy, his murderous intent!