章節 133: A Little Out Of Touch

While the subordinates of Emperor Polemos went full-panic mode, the person's facial complexion underwent myriad changes as Polemos drifted in and out of consciousness.

In fact, the so-called soul departing from his gaping mouth was the foul air exuded by the stinky black pill.

Although Polemos did his best to endure, the noxious scent was so lethal it could knock him out.

Each time he regained consciousness, he would be knocked out again by sniffing the same noxious fumes escaping his mouth accidentally.

"Oh-ho, I've never seen someone's soul leaving their body so many times in such a short period," Albion commented while rubbing his chin with amusement.

Old Giza and the other subordinates immediately turned their attention to Albion before one of them accused him, "Why are you doing this, Young Master Albion? Why would you poison your most loyal subordinate?"