After stabilizing everyone, Nestor's gaze turned to the sky. "Brat, I don't believe that the poison in your hand can kill everyone here. If you're really that capable, go ahead," he sneered.

"What? You don't even care about your subordinate's lives?" Abigail furrowed her eyebrows.

She did have different kinds of poison with her. However, she didn't have much of each.

She only had three of the corrosive poison she had thrown down just now. Even if she dumped all of them, she couldn't eliminate