One breath… Two breaths… Three breaths…
Zhao Feng stood calmly where he was and there was no sign of any abnormalities.
The Silver Striped Blood Corpse waited for a full ten breaths, but nothing happened to Zhao Feng. On the contrary, the latter’s face became even redder.
How was this possible?
Shock appeared on the Silver Striped Blood Corpses’ face. Even though it had slept for a few hundred years and its strength was weakened, it could easily defeat cultivators under the 4th Sky of the Ascended Realm.
But Zhao Feng was standing in front of it, unharmed. In reality, when the corpse poison spread throughout Zhao Feng’s body, the azure blood circulated in his body and destroyed the poison instantly.
As for the remaining time, Zhao Feng circulated his True Force to heal himself.
“It looks like this corpse poison is just so-so.”
Zhao Feng felt incredible - the strong corpse poison was like ice in the blazing sun when it met the azure blood.
“What kind of freak is this brat!?”
The pupils of the Silver Striped Blood Corpse contracted and different emotions flashed across its face. It was a monster that had lived for hundreds of years after all and soon laughed wickedly: “Kid, even though you can counter the corpse poison, how long do you think you can last against me alone?”
The battle just then had proved everything. Even the 5 together couldn’t win.
“Then let’s see… ” Zhao Feng murmured as he took off the eye patch expressionlessly.
Eyepatch?