As the man's emotions became agitated, the toxic mist around also began to bubble and churn, as if expressing their feelings. Those within the mist felt even more intense pain; some even shot themselves just to end the torment.
Yet Baiyu remained standing in place. The man stared coldly at him, refraining from acting rashly. The mist inflicted continuous damage; the longer one lingered in it, the weaker they grew, eventually becoming too weak to even speak.
Time stood by him; Baiyu wanted to drag it out with him, and he was happy to oblige.
However.
After a brief stalemate, an immense sense of threat suddenly arose within the man. Baiyu hadn't moved at all, so it couldn't be his doing, but the feeling of danger was relentless, like an affliction that couldn't be shaken off. It grew stronger as time passed.
Whoosh!
