"Ahhh—"
The White Lotus Sect Member felt an unbearable, intense itching sensation on the back of his hand, as if thousands of ants were crawling beneath his skin, ravenously consuming his flesh.
He screamed miserably, desperately clawing at his entire arm. Even as his skin split and bones were exposed, he seemed insensible to the pain. With a pleading gaze, he looked at Gongyang Han and the others, who were continuously retreating.
"Young Master, save me..."
As everyone shielded Gongyang Han and retreated, Gongyang Han's gaze flickered.
In just a few seconds, the sect member's arm was covered with white fuzz. A light scratch caused copious amounts of fungal threads to fall off, scattering wildly.
"Zheng Liu, don't come any closer!"
The group quickly retreated, shouting angrily at their former companion with a fierce exterior but timid hearts, their weapons trembling in their hands, ready to strike at any moment.
"Save me..."
