The poisonous fog was like a giant net, wrapping tightly around us. A suffocating stench filled my nasal passages, and I brandished the sword in my hand, trying to scatter this despair-inducing green haze.
"Cough, cough..." Linger and Xuanfeng were coughing violently, obviously also affected by the poisonous fog.
"Quick, hold your breath and follow me!" Qu Chen's voice came from ahead, carrying an unquestionable firmness.
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