Immediately, the black mist churned violently. Fan Zhesheng suddenly lunged out from within, his shoulder bearing a wound so deep his bone was visible. Less than two centimeters more and his arm would have been completely severed, bright red blood gushing from the gash as his expression twisted with a mixture of rage and disbelief.
"Chen Feiyu... You... You're not dead?"
At these words, Pan Danfeng shuddered violently. Her previously lifeless eyes instantly regained their luster as she leaped to her feet, crying out in joyous surprise toward the black mist, "Feiyu! You... You're not dead?"
"Of course I'm not dead. My body is immune to all poisons. How could a mere poisonous mist possibly harm me?"
Chapter 780