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Changes had already taken place in Du Wanwu's body. Setting aside the green Heavenly Power, purple lines had appeared across his green skin, and those lines shimmered with a faint glow as they flickered in and out.
Wrapped in these purple lines, Du Wanwu's aura had grown even more formidable than before. Clearly, this was a special and powerful technique.
As for Chu Feng, his situation was far less favorable.
Right now, a gaping, blood-soaked hole had opened in Chu Feng's chest. Inside that wound, not only did fresh red blood seep out, but green liquid also bubbled and boiled within it.
Moreover, green lines had begun to surface across Chu Feng's body, making him look utterly terrifying — a clear sign of poisoning.
Not only had his body changed, but his aura had also grown extremely weak. Suddenly, Chu Feng's body tilted, and he plummeted from the sky, eventually crashing onto the ground and falling into unconsciousness.
In this battle, Chu Feng had exhausted every means at his disposal, but in the end, he still fell to Du Wanwu.
"With merely the cultivation of a third-rank Half-Emperor, you forced me to this extent. And after being struck by my poison, you only fell unconscious instead of dying. You truly are powerful."
The purple lines on Du Wanwu's body began to dissipate, and the formidable Heavenly Power returned within him. He had reverted to his previous appearance.
Although he had won this battle, there was a hint of awe in the way he looked at Chu Feng.
"Clan Leader, how should we deal with this man?" Only after the battle had ended did those Half-Emperor powerhouses dare to step forward, surrounding the unconscious Chu Feng.
"His combat power is extraordinary — even surpassing my own. He also commands five secret techniques, as well as a special kind of power. We absolutely cannot just kill him. That would be far too great a waste."
"Throw him into the Poison Refinement Array. As long as he is refined, it will be of tremendous help to my future cultivation," Du Wanwu said.
"But Clan Leader, he comes from the Holy Land of Martial. He may well be someone from the Three Palaces. Shouldn't we first question him about where exactly he's from and what his purpose is in coming here?" one of the elders said.
"If it is a blessing, it cannot be cursed; if it is a curse, it cannot be avoided. What is meant to come will come, and we cannot escape it. Do as I say," Du Wanwu said. He appeared composed and confident, and despite his youth, he carried the full authority of a clan leader.
"Yes." Seeing this, that Half-Emperor dared not hesitate. Dragging the unconscious Chu Feng, he entered the cavern.
At that moment, Du Wanwu stood with his hands behind his back, gazing upward at the Poison Mist Array that sealed the entire sky and still churned above them. He murmured to himself, "The power of the Poison Mist Array hasn't diminished. Could it be that the Three Palaces of the Holy Land of Martial have truly grasped a means to unravel it?"
"Impossible. After all, even we are powerless against the Poison Mist Array."
"In that case, the answer must lie solely with him." With these words, Du Wanwu turned his gaze toward the cavern and sighed, "Chu Feng, how exactly did you manage to pass through the Poison Mist Array without dying?"
"I believe this secret must be hidden within your body. Once you have been refined, all the answers will be mine to know."
Chu Feng was taken deep into the cavern and thrown into a formation known as the Poison Refinement Array.