บท 803: Master Fire: Victory Shall be Mine

Without peeling off the skin, he stuffed the garlic clove into his mouth. A pungent smell rushed to his head, causing him to tear up. The taste was incomparable to all the other delicacies grown by the expert. Needless to say, it possessed extraordinary benefits and amazing effects.

'I'm saved!' thought Yang Jing.

Everyone watched with cold eyes as Yang Jing's vitality leaked away while smirking to themselves. Even a half-step Wisdom Dictator would suffer under the poisonous gas, let alone Yang Jing who was only a third-step Wisdom Elite. They were sure he would not survive until his next turn, for what could a clove of measly garlic do to save him?