Jela’s words carried a distinct threat. “You had better consider carefully; before I change my mind, take your minions and get as far away as you possibly can.” Hearing Jela’s menacing tone, Bai Ling responded with equal frigidity. The moment Bai Ling finished speaking, Jela let out a cold laugh, pulled out the flute used to control the Yin Puppets, and began to play.

As soon as they heard the melody, the Yin Puppet warriors immediately charged toward Bai Ling at top speed. Jela had realized that since persuasion failed, the only way was to eliminate Bai Ling quickly; otherwise, if Bai Ling joined forces with Mo Han, his hopes of victory today would become significantly slimmer. With that thought, Jela naturally decided to strike first without hesitation.

The several Yin Puppet warriors, led by the Dark Pontiff, leaped swiftly toward Bai Ling. Seeing this, Mo Han’s face shifted, and he urgently cried out a warning. However, Bai Ling showed no sign of dodging or preparing a spell.

As the Yin Puppets closed the distance, Mo Han grew anxious and was about to rush forward to help. Just then, Bai Ling let out a cold scoff: “A paltry trick, daring to show off like this.” She casually scattered a cloud of white powder toward the Yin Puppet warriors. Bai Ling infused her palm with wind elemental energy, accelerating the trajectory of the white dust.

The powder shot forward with incredible velocity. It instantly closed the gap to the charging Yin Puppets. Any ordinary warrior, upon seeing this unknown substance, would prioritize evasion.

But the Yin Puppet warriors were machines built only for attack and defense, entirely devoid of thought. They knew nothing of evasion. Seeing the white powder, they charged forward without the slightest hesitation, making the moment of contact arrive even faster.

Jela, observing Bai Ling’s action, felt his expression change instantly, and he started to move. But it was too late to stop the Yin Puppets. The white powder struck its targets precisely, dusting every single Yin Puppet warrior completely.

Upon contact with the white substance, every Yin Puppet instantly dropped from mid-air, falling stiffly to the ground, motionless. Mo Han, watching from the side, could not help but gasp in astonishment. Good heavens, what exactly was this white powder?

It was so potent! Although the Yin Puppets lacked thought, their inherent strength remained undeniable, and the Dark Pontiff alone possessed the might of a Sword Saint. Even if poisoned severely, he should have lasted for some time.

But now, merely touching this white powder— They collapsed instantly. It was utterly unbelievable. Mo Han had never heard of a poison this effective.

It was fiercer than any deadly toxin on the continent. To think Bai Ling possessed such a thing! No wonder she displayed no apprehension upon seeing the Yin Puppets; she had been holding this trump card back.

Jela, meanwhile, looked positively heartbroken. These Yin Puppet warriors were his greatest asset. If not for the aid of the mysterious powers backing him, he would never have secured the Dark Pontiff to refine him into a Yin Puppet warrior.

On this continent, perhaps, There was no one else who possessed a Sword Saint-level Yin Puppet warrior. Jela had been proud of this achievement for a long time. Yet, in less than a single exchange with Bai Ling, these Yin Puppets were felled by her inexplicable white powder.

Considering that Yin Puppets were essentially already dead—they shouldn't be affected by poisons as long as their forms weren't dismantled—how could Jela not be both shocked and enraged that they were defeated so swiftly? With fury boiling, Jela shouted, “You demonic woman! What poison did you use to incapacitate my Yin Puppets?

You will not be leaving here alive today!” Hearing Jela’s threat, Bai Ling merely gave a cold smile and stated calmly, “If you wish to sample the potency of the Poison Dragon Grass yourself, then by all means, come and try.” At Bai Ling’s words, Jela could no longer contain himself and shrieked, “What? You said that white powder was Poison Dragon Grass?” Bai Ling heard this and smirked, “Oh? You know of Poison Dragon Grass?

Or perhaps you’d like to try it too?” Jela’s face paled slightly as he responded, “No wonder. Legend claims Poison Dragon Grass can instantly subdue even the Dragon race, immune to all poisons. Its most peculiar feature is that its essence, merely by breath or by touching the skin, penetrates directly into the body, immediately paralyzing the victim’s nerves, causing instant unconsciousness.

Even those with the most formidable martial arts cannot possibly evade it. But wasn't Poison Dragon Grass lost to the world ages ago? How do you possess so much?” Bai Ling looked slightly surprised, replying, “It seems you know quite a bit about these toxins.

No wonder you know how to concoct the poison needed to refine Yin Puppets. Yes, what you said is mostly correct. However, you likely don't know that without a specific antidote, after a certain period, those rendered unconscious will never wake up—even dragons are no exception.

That is why they are called Poison Dragon Grass. As for where I obtained it, that is not for you to concern yourself with. You should worry about yourself first.” Hearing Bai Ling’s final words, Jela’s eyes darted around rapidly.

He forced a smile and said, “I believe there must be some misunderstanding between myself and this esteemed Sorceress. If you give me the antidote for the Poison Dragon Grass, allowing me to save these Yin Puppets, I swear I will trouble you no further and let you leave freely. I, Jela, will forever be grateful for your kindness.” Bai Ling scoffed at Jela’s proposal.

“Do you truly believe I would trust someone like you? Furthermore, you haven't accurately assessed the current situation. What leverage do you have to negotiate with me?

You can barely protect yourself right now. Are you absolutely confident you can entirely dodge the Poison Dragon Grass and remain untouched? Or would you like to test that theory?” At Bai Ling’s words, Jela’s expression soured, revealing a flash of ruthlessness in his eyes.

But he was genuinely terrified of the Poison Dragon Grass’s power; he had no certainty that he could completely evade Bai Ling’s attack. While Bai Ling might not hit him, Jela certainly wasn't willing to risk his life. Although Bai Ling likely possessed an antidote, Jela knew with absolute certainty that she would never help him detoxify, leaving him only to await death.

His thoughts wrestled fiercely. He hated to lose the painstakingly refined Yin Puppets and wanted to kill Bai Ling to force the antidote from her to save them. But he dared not gamble with his life; if even a speck of Poison Dragon Grass touched him, he was finished.

In the end, the instinct for self-preservation won out. As the saying goes, as long as the green hills remain, there will be wood to burn. If he survived, he would certainly find a chance to forge new Yin Puppets later.

At worst, he could request assistance from his hidden benefactors to capture a few more powerful experts for refining. With this resolution, Jela fixed a vicious glare upon Bai Ling and Mo Han, spitting out viciously, “Very well, I will remember this. I, Jela, will certainly find an opportunity for revenge.” Having said that, Jela waved toward his subordinates and commanded, “We are retreating.” The cultists and elders of the Dark Church felt as if a great pardon had been granted upon hearing Jela’s instruction.

Witnessing the fate of the Yin Puppets and overhearing the explanation of the Poison Dragon Grass between Bai Ling and Jela, the dark followers were filled with terror toward Bai Ling and her herb. If even a Sword Saint couldn't withstand its poison, they stood no chance. Thus, upon hearing Jela’s order, the Dark Church members breathed a collective sigh of relief and scrambled away, vanishing without a trace, terrified that if they lingered, Bai Ling might casually bestow a sprinkle of Poison Dragon Grass upon them, leading to disaster.

Mo Han felt a sting of reluctance as he watched Jela and his group depart. But seeing that Bai Ling made no move and knowing his own current condition absolutely forbade him from stopping them, he could only let them go. Once Jela’s entourage was gone, Mo Han smiled and turned to Bai Ling, “Bai Ling, I didn't know you carried such treasures!

Can you spare me a bit of that Poison Dragon Grass? Heh heh, it would certainly come in handy if I ever found myself in danger.” In response to Mo Han’s request, Bai Ling leisurely swept her hair back, displaying a rare feminine charm. Compared to her usual composure, this aspect was enchanting, and coupled with her unparalleled beauty, it was utterly captivating.

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