Chapter 1342: Toxin

Jian Changsheng felt a weight on his back; a venomous spider had descended from the sky and landed right on him.

Jian Changsheng reacted instinctively. Without even looking back, his hands flashed, grabbing the spider's two legs. With a surge of killing intent, he threw it over his shoulder to his front. Its hideous mouthparts were only a fraction of an inch away from biting his neck.

"These bugs are too terrifying!"

Jian Changsheng cursed, his eyes recalling the fear of being dominated by these insects when he had accidentally entered the Ghost-Mockery Abyss before...

Before he could finish, a venomous snake lunged at his arm. He dodged it, but the next moment, a millipede hidden in the ground nearby suddenly sprayed a cloud of toxic gas, which Jian Changsheng inhaled before he could react.

Even though Jian Changsheng's reaction was extremely fast and he immediately held his breath, this small inhalation made his vision go black, and everything around him began to spin.

"Damn it!"

Jian Changsheng barely supported himself, his bloodshot eyes staring fixedly at the overwhelming swarm of insects.

He wasn't afraid of fighting these bugs, but this situation was different from last time. There were simply too many insects surrounding them this time, and their methods of poisoning were impossible to guard against. Once the toxin entered his body, it was extremely difficult to clear.

Jian Changsheng slapped the millipede to death and turned to look behind him, only to find that Sun Bumian had also been bitten by centipedes, ants, and rove beetles. He was now turning purple and his whole body was swollen...

As for Jiang Xiaohua, he was almost invisible, submerged by the dense swarm of insects.

Jian Changsheng knew that if they didn't fight for their lives, they would all die in the Ghost-Mockery Abyss!

He endured the toxins in his body, took a deep breath, and reached for the void behind his waist... as if grasping an invisible sword hilt.

Just as he was about to draw his sword, a thunderous roar erupted from the cliff above!

Bang—!!!

The roar rumbled, but looking up, they only saw pitch-black darkness. The Ghost-Mockery Abyss was too deep; they could only vaguely see clusters of black shadows crawling down the cliff at high speed, like a waterfall cascading down.

Immediately after, those shadows began to crawl out of the darkness, and Jian Changsheng and Sun Bumian finally saw their silhouettes...

They were dense swarms of scorpions.

"A second Eighth-Order Calamity..." Sun Bumian staggered in place, dizzy as if he had drunk fake liquor, and muttered to himself, "This is really the end."

Jian Changsheng's eyes were bloodshot, and the hand gripping the invisible sword hilt had black veins bulging.

If it were only these insects, he would have a chance to fight his way out, but with the toad poison-head, the chances of survival were slim. Now that another scorpion poison-head had arrived, it was equivalent to a death sentence.

Meanwhile,

A majestic voice filled with oppression thundered from above!

"——All of you, stop at once!!"

The moment this voice sounded, both the overwhelming swarm of insects and the toad poison-head, which was ready to strike, shuddered and prostrated themselves on the ground without hesitation.

The abyss, which had been in chaos, instantly fell into a deathly silence.

Sun Bumian, who still had several venomous insects on him, pulled them all off. His face was turning even darker and more purple. He looked up at the cliff, where a giant scorpion was carrying a figure dressed in opera robes, slowly emerging...

Seeing this, Sun Bumian's tense heart finally relaxed, and the reincarnation marks that had just gathered in his eyes gradually dissipated.

Dizzy, he gave the person on the scorpion's back the middle finger:

"Red Heart... you bastard..."

As he finished speaking, his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed to the ground on the spot.

The scorpion legion surged like a black tide. Chen Ling stood on Xie Yi's back and landed lightly on the ground. His gaze swept over Sun Bumian, who had been poisoned unconscious, Jiang Xiaohua, who was lying motionless on the ground, and Jian Changsheng, who was holding the invisible hilt behind his waist with a pale face. His eyes were filled with surprise and confusion...

How did these three appear here??

Jian Changsheng, who hadn't unleashed his ancient killing intent, was also struggling from the poison. The Chen Ling and the scorpion before him began to double in his vision.

He blinked his eyes forcefully, staring at the figure in the bright red opera robes, a look of bewilderment appearing on his face...

"Red... Heart... your... face..."

Chen Ling's gaze sharpened, and he subconsciously turned his head, hiding his face in the darkness.

He frowned and asked:

"Why did you come to the Ghost-Mockery Abyss?"

"We... dreamed of you... so... we came... to... see... you..."

Jian Changsheng tried hard to stay awake, but after saying the last word, the spreading toxin broke through his consciousness. His pupils began to dilate, and he fainted straight to the ground.

Chen Ling immediately turned back, jumped off Xie Yi's back, and checked the condition of the two.

Both were poisoned, and it was a mixture of toxins from multiple insects. Jian Changsheng was better off; the [Asura]'s vitality was extremely tenacious, and with his body filled with ancient killing intent, he should be able to recover on his own after a while. But Sun Bumian's situation was more troublesome...

He had been poisoned the most. If it weren't for his auspicious constitution having a suppressive effect on toxins, he would probably have died by now.

"Croak—!!"

The toad looked at Chen Ling in confusion and asked tentatively.

"They are not enemies, they are my... guests." Chen Ling stood up, his expression solemn. "Carry them all to the palace, and find a way to detoxify them!"

At Chen Ling's command, the venomous insects that had been besieging the three swarmed up, carried the two, and headed toward the underground palace in a grand procession...

The toad poison-head realized it had made a mistake and hung its head in front of Chen Ling, not daring to let out another croak.

"Chan Yi, this is not your fault. It was I who ordered you to guard the Ghost-Mockery Abyss well." Chen Ling waved his hand. "You... did well."

Only then did a glimmer of light return to Chan Yi's eyes, but it still didn't dare to look directly into the King's eyes.

Chen Ling was about to say something else when another chaotic rustling sound came from the side. Several small venomous insects seemed to want to carry Jiang Xiaohua as well, but no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't lift him, and they were in a panic.

Seeing this, Chen Ling walked straight over.

"What's going on? If you can't lift him, let those ants come..."

Before Chen Ling could finish his sentence, he suddenly froze in place...

Jiang Xiaohua was lying neatly on the ground, his hands folded over his chest, with no signs of poisoning at all. On the contrary, the few venomous insects that had just bitten him were all stiff, lying on their backs, dead as could be...

At this moment, Jiang Xiaohua was staring at Chen Ling with his big eyes, full of innocence and clarity.

"You..." Chen Ling was speechless for a moment.

Jiang Xiaohua hesitated for a moment and asked tentatively:

"Should I... get up and walk myself?"