"Pfft!"
Just as the Qingxu Sect prodigy was about to condense the Golden Core, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
Yet he seemed entirely unaware of his injury, his eyes fixed in terror and disbelief on the group of disciples ahead.
Insects!
Insects everywhere!
"What's wrong with Senior Brother?"
"Everything was going smoothly before, why did he suddenly fail in forming his core?"
Seeing this, the other disciples hurriedly asked with concern.
"Don't come over, all of you stay away from me!"
But when Zhang Hao saw others approaching him, he frantically retreated backward, crawling and rolling in fear.
"Senior Brother, it's me..."
A female disciple, crying like pear blossoms in rain, couldn't understand why her usually affectionate Senior Brother had suddenly changed.
She didn't believe it and took a few more steps forward.
But as she approached, Zhang Hao was on the verge of collapse.
Because in his eyes,
