"Big brother, lend me your precious sword." Zhan Zhao casually handed his own Juque Sword to Miao Ruolan.
The fear of death gripped his heart. In his desperation, the cannibal used all his strength to try to break free from his restraints. However, the fellow lunged fiercely forward instead of pulling backward, and as a result, he only became more and more tightly wedged until he could not move at all.
"This is a rare poison used by Pill cultivators?" The young man had some discernment, and as he gazed at the fleeting, bitter wind fire poison, he backed away repeatedly.
Chapter 214