But it was too late to stop him.
SPLAT!!
A sound like a bursting watermelon reached the ears of the surrounding Night Rain Tower disciples, shattering the silence.
The roar of the downpour hammered against everyone's eardrums.
They instinctively looked toward Fang Shuwen, only to discover that Su Baiyu... was headless.
Purple blood stained Fang Shuwen's palm and sleeve. It seemed to be a poison, as the blood actually writhed on his skin.
His sleeve began to corrode from the contact.
With a look of disgust, Fang Shuwen raised his hand and wiped the blood on a nearby Night Rain Tower disciple.
What had no effect on Fang Shuwen brought that man endless agony.
Once his clothes were eaten away, the blood touched his flesh, instantly searing massive fissures into his body. It was as if he, along with his internal organs, was being forcefully wiped away by an invisible eraser.
