The Ghost Widow couldn't dodge and had to use her hands to block.
But her strength could never match that of Zhu Shen, who was a True Immortal Mid-Stage.
With a "bang," the Ghost Widow was sent flying dozens of meters, spitting out a mouthful of blood. Her aura weakened to the extreme, and her white slender arm twisted, clearly broken.
Zhu Shen, still furious, charged again.
"Wait!"
Panicking, the Ghost Widow quickly took out a medicine bottle and shouted, "If you take another step, I'll destroy this antidote!"
Zhu Shen wasn't poisoned, so he didn't need the antidote. Clearly, the antidote was for Afeng.
Hearing this, Zhu Shen abruptly stopped and glanced back at the unconscious Afeng, and his anger was now replaced by a hint of worry.
"Give me the antidote!" he demanded in a low voice.
"Let me go, and I'll give you the antidote. If you don't, I'll destroy it and take Afeng with me!" The Ghost Widow's eyes were resolute.
