"A tactical blunder, a total blunder! Good thing the impact dissipated a lot of the Yuan Qi in my Niwan Palace."
Sensing the swirling vortex rapidly spinning within the Niwan Palace in his lower abdomen, and watching it shrink slightly during the rotation, Yang Bairao felt a pang of deep heartache.
Seeing that the Yuan Python King had not yet moved, he cast a glance out of the corner of his eye at his own palms. Because they had only touched the grayish-black mist for a fraction of a second and were rinsed with clear water almost instantly, his palms were now left with nothing more than the red, swollen pain of burns.
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