The rash looked exactly like the one on the man who had just died!
The rash was painless and caused no itching, yet it spread quickly, covering the entire arm in an instant.
Terrified, he hurriedly tried to use his Spiritual Power to resist, but he could only slightly slow the spread, unable to remove the dreadful rash.
"Ah! I have it too! What is this? Is it poison? When did I get poisoned?"
"I have it too!"
"Damn it! I have this damned thing on me too!"
The large patches of bright red marks made everyone's heart burn with fire. The thought that they might die a horrific death like the Song surname Cultivator caused them to utterly despair in an instant.
Someone, gasping heavily, stood up, their red, bloodshot eyes staring at Baili An as they pointed their sword tip at him and accused, "You intentionally let us get close to the corpse, watching us get infected with the venom, your heart is truly wicked!"
