334 Unpredictable Moves

"Ouch… This itch is killing me… F*ck! Why's it so damn itchy? Ouch…"

Every member of the Hundred Beasts Faction was scratching all over their bodies to stop the intense itchiness. It was as if thousands of ants had crawled over their bodies and bit them at once.

It was not a far cry to say that they wanted to peel off their own skins right now.

"Poison Rat… What kind of trick is this… Argh… Antidote… Give us an antidote!" Long shouted furiously; his handsome face filled with bloody scratch marks.

"It's itchy powder!" Poison Rat was worse off, his own face so completely disfigured he could barely speak. "It's a low-level poison, it's not very harmful, so I stopped bringing the antidote a long time ago… Argh…"

"You bloody idiot! I'm dying from the itch… How could you say that it's not harmful…" Long Aotian scolded him furiously; he, the leader of Hundred Beats Faction had never fell to such a state! It's humiliating!