C362 Real Fake like a Dream!

"What a tyrannical poisonous gas!" Willett did not need to look inside to know how deadly this pink mist was. At this moment, his meridians, which were originally like metal pipes, were in pain from the corrosion of the pink mist. Furthermore, traces of dark red blood flowed out of his nostrils.

"Hmph, but do you think you can take my life with just these two moves? Nancy