This wisp of black gas took advantage of the moment Ruan Lingxiu's Heart and Spirit wavered. Like a venomous snake imbued with spirituality, it silently burrowed into the wound on her left arm and vanished in an instant.
Ruan Lingxiu only felt a bone-chilling cold from the wound on her left arm, but it vanished in a flash, mingling with the yin-cold sensation left by Lü Hanyin's Poison Skill, making it difficult to distinguish.
Her attention was currently focused on the three powerful auras that had suddenly appeared. She merely furrowed her brow and circulated her energy to suppress the discomfort in her left arm, completely unaware that a fatal danger had already secretly taken root.
Chen Qing quickly walked over to Lü Hanyin's corpse, his gaze falling upon the Ink Jade Small Bottle at its waist, which emanated a faint, cold air.
With a wave of his hand, he used his True Essence to pull the Jade Bottle into his grasp.
