C529 They Joined Hands to Attack

"Whoosh!"

Once more, the sound of slicing wind filled the air. Out of nowhere, a half-meter wide column of black light, the Poison Fog in Dong Wuming's grasp, struck like a venomous serpent. It pierced through space, transforming into a blurred black streak that reached Old Dai in an instant.

The Poison Fog swirled, its pungent odor permeating the air