C579 He Met the Poison Lay Buddhist Eighty Times

With two resounding booms, both figures were hurled into the white mist, their screams piercing the air almost instantly.

Moments later, two streaks of light—one red, one blue—burst forth from the mist, revealing themselves as two men hovering midair, gasping for breath with looks of sheer terror on their faces. Their clothes were in shreds, and their bodies were marred with festering sores