Suddenly, the black fog violently churned, and Fan Zhesheng abruptly lunged out from within it. Where his shoulder connected to his body, there was a wound so deep his bone was visible—less than two centimeters away from completely severing his arm. Crimson blood streamed from the gash, and his expression was a mix of fury and disbelief. "Chen Feiyu... you... you aren't dead?"
At these words, Pan Danfeng trembled all over. Her previously vacant eyes lit up with vitality once more, and she abruptly stood up, crying out in pleasant surprise toward the black fog, "Feiyu, you... you're not dead?"
"Naturally not. My body is immune to all poisons; how could mere toxic fog ever harm me?"
Chapter 780