Lin Fan didn't know what the black-colored smoke did, but he was sure that it was dangerous.
And he was right.
The disciple standing nearby took in the smoke, started to thrash around and cough out blood.
Slowly, blood also oozed out of his nose, tear ducts and even his ears.
"Here, take this. It should help a bit," Lin Fan passed a Hundred Poison Recovery pill to Ho Ming.
He also took one himself.
The pill was supposed to help counter different types of poison.
"Remember our training?" Lin Fan asked as he looked at the three men in front of him.
"Yes."
"Then let's go!"
On his cue, Ho Ming thrust his twirling wind strike, and the man sidestepped again.
Before he could do anything next.
Lin Fan shot his hammer at the man's head.
Thud!
The man tumbled across the ground, sending out muted thuds as he hit the ground.
[Ding! Congratulations on terminating malevolent intent.]
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