He snorted coldly, "In the past, as a cultivator, I was afraid of being mysteriously polluted and turning into pus, dying and disappearing. Now that we have become the mysterious, what is there to fear? We should, of course, use the simplest and most effective way to force him to reveal himself!"
Hearing this, Ali also showed a smug smile, immediately raising his hands outward to release the polluting aura from the mysterious soul.
To the mortals, the young man standing on the tower raised his hands as if praying for something, thinking it was a part of the granting skill ritual, they watched with curiosity as if watching a monkey show;
In Jiang Yuan's vision, Ali's arms had extended into "tentacles" formed by pus and slime, releasing wisps of green gas outward.
[Eroded by mysterious pollution, damage -0]
[Poison Resistance Experience +1]
