During the hurricane, everyone used their soul power to sense everything. Finally, they could move! Nan Erming, who was closest to the storm, grabbed the storm with almost no breath, and rushed out. Everyone followed, Xiao Yan and Long Yi broke the back.

"How is the storm?" Xiao Yan asked with his back to everyone when he faced the humanoid creature.

"There is still a breath, but it's very weak." Nan Erming replied with two fingers on his right hand and strode the wings of the storm. As long as there is still a breath, there is hope. But when he hit the storm's veins, he looked at the storm with his eyes closed and his face pale face. Nan Erming frowned when he stood up, "Just..."

"Just what?" Xiao Yan asked anxiously.

"The storm is poisoned."
Chapter completed!