Screams, cries for help, and shouts began to erupt one after another.

"Ah! I don't want to die - I don't want to die!"

"Save me...who will save me?"

"Why? I've obviously taken the antidote pill, why am I still poisoned?"

"The disaster of extinction! This is the disaster of extinction!"

All the warriors screamed and roared.

They were all like headless flies, running around, terrified.

However, all directions were sealed by black mist, and there was no chance of life at all.

"Honorable Sky Crane! You have great powers, please save us!"

"Grandmaster Zhao! You are a martial arts master, you can definitely help us, right?"

"Master Vigilance! Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. You are an eminent monk, you should save all sentient beings!"

A group of panicked warriors quickly arrived in front of Jiang Xiuzhen and the others, crying and begging in various ways, just for their own lives.

"A bunch of trash! Go away!"

With a wave of Jiang Xiuzhen's hand, a burst of energy shook everyone.

"People make money and birds die for food. If you encounter such a thing today, you can only be considered unlucky."

Zhao Hongxiang looked indifferent, unmoved.

"Amitabha, this is a natural and man-made disaster, and the poor monk can't do anything about it."

Wary shook his head, looked at his nose, nose and heart, as if he didn't see it.

Facing the Song of Hell, the Grandmaster can protect himself, but if he wants to save others, the risk is too great.

"Grandmaster Huang! You are highly respected, save everyone!"

At this time, a large number of warriors rushed towards Huang Donghai again.

One by one, they knelt on the ground and kowtowed frantically.

"Poseidon! You have magical powers and extraordinary strength. You must have a way, right?"

"Neptune! We have always regarded you as an idol, you can't just ignore death!"

Everyone wept bitterly, panicked, and knelt in front of Huang Donghai, begging in all kinds of ways.

Like a drowning man grasping at straws.

They know very well that only Huang Donghai can save them now.

"Dad, what should we do? Do we have to wait to die?" Huang Yinyin wept.

I have just tried it, and the martial arts master's palm wind cannot break through the black mist at all.

"Actually, I have another way." JrNovels.com