Following a violent surge of the black mist, Fan Zhesheng suddenly leaped out from within. Where his shoulder met his torso, a wound ran deep to the bone, missing his arm being completely severed by less than two centimeters. Crimson blood gushed from the injury, and his expression twisted in a mix of fury and disbelief. "Chen Feiyu... You... You're not dead?"
At these words, Pan Danfeng trembled all over. Her once-lifeless eyes regained their luster as she abruptly stood up, crying out in pleasant 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 toxic mist possibly harm me?"
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