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編輯: Henyee Translations
The green potion antidote was injected into the Death Scythe's arm. The lump on its arm shrank down for a little bit. However, the pus inside the lump was still there and there was no sign of it going away.
Old Mo's face was clouded. He didn't know that the Black Spiders' toxins would be potent enough to hurt the Death Scythe, a ninth-rank beast.
The others also noticed that the wound was not getting better. This sign made them nervous. They realized that the Black Spiders' poison was not something to be underestimated.
On the other hand, the Dark Dragon Hound was still full of vim and vigor. It was hunting for food among the dead Black Spiders.
Nie Chengkong threw a glance at the Dark Dragon Hound and then said to Su Ping, "Brother Su, your Dark Dragon Hound is very resistant to the poison."
Su Ping nodded. The Dark Dragon Hound was practically immune to all the toxic beasts on the dragon scale lands.