Let's See How Well You've Grown

Contrary to the earlier calm scene, the man now vomited a black gelatinous substance, identical to what the middle-aged monk had transformed into.

"Father, your face..."

The little girl looked at her father in terror, but the middle-aged man was also trembling.

He saw black, web-like lines appearing on his daughter's face, spreading rapidly. It seemed only a matter of time before her skin would disintegrate like the monk's disciple, transforming into a pool of black sludge.

"Everyone, the situation has taken the worst possible turn," Feng Yangzi stood up and announced.

Even the cultivators above the clouds with profound cultivation levels started to show black lines on their bodies. Despite their efforts to expel it with their powers, they couldn't stop their bodies from being gradually overtaken.

"Thank you, Daoist Feng Yangzi," Huang Long Zhenjun said solemnly, standing up and bowing seriously.