Kill another one

Harta took out a handkerchief from the ring and wiped his fingers seemingly carelessly, but this was just a superficial action. Before entering the valley, he had made some preparations by crushing a large amount of psychedelic pills and hiding them in a handkerchief. The scene just now shocked the cultivators of both forces. At this moment, no one noticed that powder was continuously falling from the handkerchief. "Boy, it seems I underestimated you. You are a different ant!" The middle-aged...