"Ow! Hiss—," Just then, Mao Feiyang suddenly let out a hiss, frowning as he looked at his forearm.
The abrasion on his forearm had unexpectedly split open another two centimeters or so from its original base, with the jagged edge of the wound resembling the teeth marks of a zipper. Within the wound, a crystal-clear droplet of blood, like a ruby, was coalescing, and a faint scent of blood wafted through the air.
All the wall plaster around them began to squirm, and countless eyeballs rolled towards Mao Feiyang. Fine strands of flesh, like capillaries, emerged from the body of the Purebred Nightwalker, seemingly stretching out towards Mao Feiyang.
At the end of the Corridor Bridge, twisted shadows emerged accompanied by the coarse sound of "shasha," making one's mouth go dry with increasing dread.
With urgency and panic, Mao Feiyang cried out, "Great Immortal, my wound seems to have split open!"