Chapter 5670 Your Turn
- Venomshade's jaws parted. A column of inky-green poison roared forth, twisting mid-air into a gigantic serpent, its translucent fangs slavering for Jared's flesh.
- The vapor had not yet struck, yet its stench alone muddied minds and made stomachs churn—proof that one breath could cripple.
- Jared did not step aside. He did not even glance at the Dragonslayer Sword sheathed across his back.