For ten-odd years, the toad poison beast had trekked its path and was now near the central region of the Blessed Land Cave Heaven. Inevitably, it detected strange anomalies emanating from the water well.
Unfortunately, Li Mo and the other two were all in secluded cultivation.
A Poison Martial Artist patrolling the city walls of Poison Clothing Qinghong Workshop suddenly caught a whiff of a sickly sweet odor that churned one's stomach.
The peculiar smell wasn't strikingly pungent. Yet, it caused a crawling itch across his back, as if ants were burrowing underneath his skin.
"What the…"
Before the Poison Martial Artist could react, countless eyeballs erupted across his back. His flesh and blood began uncontrollably mutating into grotesque shapes.
"This is bad!"
To prevent him from transforming into a deceitful object, his comrades promptly severed all four of his limbs.
The city walls quickly descended into chaos.
"Dong dong dong!!"
