This time, he flew even more slowly. As he flew slowly, he changed the Black Flame Dragon on his left arm into the Sandman, the fairy of sleep. Whuff~ Whuff~ A cloud of dust poured out from Jin Cheon-hee’s left arm, rivaling the dust raised during chemical warfare training.
It was the same poison he had once set up to devour the three thousand soldiers of the Unorthodox Alliance.
“One Madman, you moth-like bastard aaargh!”
A powerful Soul-Bewildering Powder! Its effect appeared at once.
“Gyaaaaargh! One Madman is attacking the Martial Alliance toooo!”
“One Madman has released poison into the Jianghu!”
“Everyone, fall back!”
The Unorthodox Alliance was beaten down by sound, while the Martial Alliance was put to sleep by poison. What kind of madness was this? It was only natural that the Eastern Bureau and the Brocade-Clad Guards, who had been watching that scene of utter chaos from afar, turned pale as well.
No wonder.
Perhaps it was only natural that they were reminded of the hellish training in the Regression-Possession-Reincarnation Illusionary Dream Formation.
However.
There were some who felt they could no longer stand by and watch this happen.