Shi Qinglu didn’t give an inch with her response, but her confidence wavered.

It was strange. In theory, even if Jiang Chen had been hit by only one of her thirty-six formations, he should’ve collapsed by now. No matter how powerful he was, over time, the poison would’ve spread through his body and weakened him to the point of being a defanged tiger.

A man inflicted with potent poison shouldn’t be capable of what he was doing.

The strange vines possessed not only great physical strength, but also the ability to create illusions, which confused Shi...