He couldn't lift a finger.
He couldn't move.
He couldn't scream.
The assassin knelt beside him, gripping Mark's hair and lifting his head. "You should've stayed obedient under the Empire instead of spouting big words. Now you pay the price, Lu Zhen."
Mark's heart slowed.
His breath stopped for a second...
DING.
A soft tone then echoed inside his mind
[Absorption successful]
[Poison attribute strengthened.]
[Resistance to Poison has been strengthened.]
[Summoned beasts of the Poison category upgraded.]
[Host may now generate Zhen poison.]
Mark's paralysis vanished like a dream at once.
"Haaa..." He inhaled sharply, air flooding his lungs at last after ten seconds of torture.
The assassin stiffened as Mark pushed himself up, looking as good as new, but sweating top to the bottom.
"What!"
