Having been inexplicably spat on, Wei Yuan was naturally far from pleased. However, since he couldn’t find any trace of the monster, he could only vent his frustrations by slaying the sand wolves.

Another stream of black liquid fell from the sky, plunging directly into the Great Realm and leaving behind another hundred-li stretch of scorched earth. At the moment, the area around the jade hill was teeming with vitality, and the ground had largely turned into fertile soil. However, the affected area was no more than a dozen li in radius; a tiny speck compared to the entire Great Realm. Hitting it would require quite a bit of luck, and clearly, luck was on Wei Yuan’s side at the moment.

Despite being struck by two consecutive bursts of poison, Wei Yuan remained unfazed. He merely felt a brief, sharp pain in his head.

The poison, which struck directly at one’s Dao Foundation or Avatar, seemed to cost the monster a significant amount of energy. It fell silent after spewing just two bursts. This should have been good news, but Wei Yuan’s heart sank instead—if the monster wasn’t targeting him, did that mean it was heading for someone else?

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