These… Chest Muscles…

"He's poisoned?" The Damask Tulip's voice sounded in Tang Wulin's mind.

"Oh? Poisoned?" Tang Wulin asked the Damask Tulip in his mind, "What kind of poison?"

The Damask Tulip replied, "If my senses are correct, it must be the Nightmare Piranha Flower's poison. It's a kind of toxin that's not lethal in itself, but if we don't administer the antidote, the prey will stay unconscious until death. It's what the Nightmare Piranha Flower use to catch its prey. It's ranked seventh among the Ten Great Peculiar Poisons. This person is powerful. He was poisoned for a long time already, yet he's able to withstand it until just now when he lost his consciousness. This isn't an easy thing to do. His strength and willpower are shocking."

"What do we do? Can you give him the antidote?" Tang Wulin knew that the Damask Tulip was most skilled in dealing with poisons.