By the old well!
Qin Wudao, Xiao He, Xuanzang, and others were waiting anxiously.
With a ripple in space, Xiang Yu flew out from the old well. Before he even landed, he spewed a mouthful of green blood that reeked heavily of death.
"General Xiang, what happened to you?" Qin Wudao asked, his expression shifting slightly.
"While I was leaving, an evil spirit managed to scratch me. My head feels a little..." Xiang Yu replied weakly. Before he could finish, his vision blackened, and he collapsed unconscious, face down, revealing hideous claw marks from which green blood continuously seeped.
Xiao He, Yue Fei, and the others were aghast. They quickly gathered around him, their brows furrowed in deep worry.
Xiang Yu's condition looked truly dire: his face was deathly pale, his lips green, as if afflicted by a fatal poison, his life hanging by a thread.
"Such a strange poison!" Zuo Ci exclaimed as he squatted to investigate, his expression changing.
