C272 Worldcleansing Azure Pupil

The sky was stained an inky dark green, not in anticipation of misty rain, but with a searing pain that reached deep into the soul.

"Crack!"

That was the sound of the poisonous fog shrouding the Hundred Herb Sect's mountain gate being incinerated by the Azure Mysterious Spirit Flame. As the dark green flames encountered the purple miasma, they spread like a tiger pouncing down the mountain