The two hurriedly activated their Qi and Blood, circulating through their meridians, and dark green liquid seeped out of the skin surface.
Sizzle——
The liquid dripped down, corroding the carpet, releasing black smoke.
"Go out and check!"
Forcing out the poison, Lang Qian kicked open the tent flap and dashed outside.
"Itchy, so itchy!"
"Ah, water, give me some water."
"..."
Outside the tent, a scene of chaos had already unfolded.
Those below the Refining Organ Realm tore off large chunks of their own skin and flesh, as if they had lost their minds.
Those in the Refining Organ Realm scratched painfully, though their skin was not peeled off, it was already bloody and mutilated.
"Wind Spirit Race!!"
Lang Qian shouted angrily.
Guan Qiu's face was extremely somber: "Leave the east and north to me!"
The two charged furiously in different directions to search for people.
In a high place.
"Have they split up..."
