C315

After running for a distance, the fifth-grade Sumeru Realm wolfwalker suddenly fell to the ground, his vision turning black. He looked at his waist and was frightened to find that black blood was flowing out from the wound left by the crossbow arrow, accompanied by a foul stench.

"High-grade Black Silver Poison!" The wolfsman let out a despairing howl, but he no longer had the strength to get up