He waited a moment.
Seeing that the people below weren't moving, even Asutai, who had been roaring incessantly before, had gone silent, Chen Yi couldn't help but chuckle.
"Not coming out?"
With that, he held the Immortal Drunk under the nose of the person lying on the ground, as was his custom, before tossing it directly into the quiet room.
CRASH.
The medicine vial shattered.
The man who had spoken earlier cried out, "Careful, it's poison!" and reminded those around him to cover their noses and mouths.
However, Immortal Drunk was not something that ordinary Martial Artists like them could resist.
After waiting for about ten breaths, when there was no longer any movement inside, Chen Yi finally slipped in.
Inside the small, wooden quiet room, the bodies of several barbarian slaves lay scattered about.
There were also three masked Martial Artists in gray clothes.
