"Interesting fellow, you're not dead yet?"
Feeling resistance at the tip of the blade, a low chuckle came from behind him.
Amidst the pervasive sound of gunfire, He Ao furrowed his brow slightly.
He could feel that the power that was once abundant within this body had fallen into a kind of sluggishness and silence, as if some invisible force was obstructing the flow of his Qi, rendering him nearly incapable of harnessing any strength.
'Breath of Venus'?
No, it must be a similar kind of 'Transcendent Poison,' and the dose is large, so large that it almost completely silenced the Talent Sequences within him.
In that instant, He Ao searched through the most recent memories of this body's mind.
There were no scenes related to 'poisoning.'
Was the poison administered without his knowledge?
He hadn't stayed in any enclosed spaces that day, nor had anyone brought anything close to his nose, so it wasn't an inhaled poison.
Swallowed?
