C6229 Spell(2)

Lian Taiqing was a straightforward man. Without saying anything else, he immediately agreed, but he had already made his decision.

"Of course, I won't let the Fellow Taoist face the corpse puppet directly. All I need to do is to use a technique and send the Azure Nether Poison Fog into that small cave."

Qin Fengming's eyes flickered as he spoke with certainty