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Chunlan, seeing the situation, was just about to gather her energy, ready to make a move against Han Mei.

Puh!

Immediately afterwards, she spat out a mouthful of black blood, her complexion turning dark as her qi and blood roiled--a sign of poisoning.

"What's happening?"

Chunlan's face showed shock as she hastily tried to suppress the poison with her energy.

But she never imagined the more she tried to suppress it, the stronger the poison's effects became.

Gradually, blood began to seep from her seven orifices, and she collapsed powerlessly to the ground.

Upon seeing this, Zhao Mengnan's expression immediately turned incredibly grim.

Qin Jiang said indifferently, "A while ago, on the scroll, I had already laid down a poison gas. This gas is colorless and odorless, but highly toxic. Once it makes contact, running your energy will only speed up the circulation of the poison inside your body. Even a Great Luo Immortal descending to the mortal plane could not save you."