The next second, Karen and many others focused their eyes on Jack. A strange black mist appeared around them when Jack’s group first made an appearance that must be related to the poison.

"Why are you all gawking at me?" Jack asked with a smile on his face.

"Despicable and shameless! You guys poisoned us secretly because you can't beat us. The Raksasa people call us cunning, but you aren’t any better," Karen bit her lip and said fiercely,

Jack looked up to the sky and laughed as he was not at all angry. "Whatever. You’re right that I poisoned you all, so what can you do with me?"

Jack was conceited. The poison was specially given to him by the King of the Dead before Jack set off. It was called the Devil’s Tear and no one in The Nine Continents had the antidote. That was why Jack was so calm.

Darryl frowned when he felt a sense of numbness building in his body. The feeling was strange and completely different from any poison he had previously suffered.

‘What a terrible poison! W