As he moved, Chi Long next to him was surprised to see a streak of blue-purple spread as fast as the naked eye can see from Lang Wang's chest to Xiao Yi's index finger. Gradually, the colour became darker and thicker, slowly going up along Xiao Yi's major intestine all the way to Xiao Yi's shoulder. It seemed that it could no longer continue to go up, so it turned back.

Xiao Yi's arm became thicker and thicker at once, and a bone-chilling aura radiated from it.

"Mr. Xiao, you actually lead the poison from him to your body?" At this time, Chi Long had already understood Xiao Yi's action. An unspeakable emotion rose in his heart. He looked at Xiao Yi with infinite gratitude, but his eyes were also wide open. He was so worried that his heart almost jumped out of his throat.

As the poison was transmitted to Xiao Yi's arm, the purple colour, which had been entrenched on Lang Wang's body for three years, finally dissipated. Although Lang Wang still closed his eyes and did not wake up, his breathing had become steady unconsciously.

Chi Long was about to cry, but he did not dare to act rashly. Following Xiao Yi's instructions, he carried Lang Wang into another barrel filled with medicinal liquid.