Especially the wound on his right arm that was bitten, still continuously oozing foul-smelling black blood, dripping onto the deck with a hissing corrosive sound.
"What kind of toxin is this? It's so terrifying!" Seeing this scene, Liu Xuanfeng's voice trembled.
At this moment, the others in the cabin also came quickly upon hearing it.
When they saw Liu Hansong's appearance, everyone's expressions changed.
"Old Fourth!"
"Fourth Brother!"
"Fourth Uncle, what's wrong with you?"
A few people quickly gathered around but immediately frowned and retreated.
The stench was too strong, like the rotting corpse of centuries, mixed with some kind of poisonous scent.
Liu Hansong looked inwardly at himself and despairingly found that the Nine Turns Clear Spiritual Dew only slowed down the spread of the toxin.
Not only was the toxin corroding his meridians, but even his sea of consciousness was beginning to become foul and turbid.
