Wang Shihuai did the same, taking out a bottle and drinking from it. The reason they could keep the poison from corroding them was precisely because they carried the priceless Spiritual Spring on them.
In an instant, the four mysterious figures moved, as if realizing that waiting any longer wouldn't bring on the two's Poison Emission, and they'd lost their patience.
But just then, a loud shout sounded from not far away.
"Stop! Don't move!"
A voice, as if imbued with some kind of magic, made the four mysterious people halt their attacks at once, turn their heads in unison, and look at a masked man rushing over at high speed.
But in that split second, a stuttering "tut-tut" burst out violently in the clearing.
"Tut tut…"
It was like the sound of a machine gun raking the field, though much weaker.
The four who had stopped and stood there instantly became live targets, and two of them were riddled with countless bullets in a heartbeat.
"Ah…"
