C36 The Power of a Fist Could Move the Wind and the Clouds and the Power of a Fist Could Make Ghosts

"What?!"

"Yes, Senior Brother, we've sustained minor injuries, and the poisonous fog is still eroding our spiritual energy."

The trio was in a much more disheveled state compared to Le Yang and his companions. Their pallor and the dark traces around their eyes, where the fog had left its mark, were clear indicators of their weakened condition