The violent energy gradually subsided. The walls and ceiling of the room were bombarded with severe energy, and pieces of stone smashed onto the floor, shattering and forming various holes one by one as the spreading poison fog dissipated into the surroundings, becoming thinner and thinner.
Looking ahead, Count Blood reached out his hand, the tips of his long hand armor emitting a ruby-like radiant glow, continuously supplying him with recovery.
Being able to absorb Yang Yu's life force and magic through the claws he held indicated that Yang Yu had already been poisoned by him.
Yang Yu's slime armor faded away, poisoned, everything went according to Count Blood's expectations, yet Count Blood couldn't be pleased.
Everything that just happened was vivid in Count Blood's memory.
Count Blood had a premonition that Yang Yu intentionally stepped into the trap; everything was within his expectations, even if he was poisoned by the toxic fog, he surely had a way to neutralize it.
