William Cole struggled to his feet, feeling a wave of weakness wash over him.
This feeling was unpleasant, as if someone had locked his scapula, rendering him unable to exert his muscular strength.
He found it extremely difficult just to stand, using the wall for support, he finally managed to make his way to the table and looked at the red flying snake in the iron plate.
William reached out and grabbed the red flying snake, staring at its corpse, "What kind of poison is this, that it's so powerful?"
"Has Kirin blood really lost its effectiveness?"
"Or is there another reason?"
"Or could it be that Kirin blood can't cure this type of snake venom at all?"
"Cough cough cough..." William mumbled to himself, coughing dryly a couple of times and expelled a clump of pale yellow liquid from his mouth, as viscous as egg whites.
William knew he was coughing up blood.
He lowered his head, tried to use his X-ray eyes, but to his dismay, he discovered that he had lost even that ability.