From Mo Ling's perspective, the stone blade swung down hard, smashing into the captain's head.
The captain collapsed on the spot, and the hand gripping the hilt loosened slightly.
By this point, Zhou Dynasty was completely entangled in the ooze.
Even though Mo Ling had just intervened to help, Zhou Dynasty was inevitably swarmed by the white shadows.
His body was covered in severed white limbs, and every spot they touched was left with a dark, filthy stain.
Zhou Dynasty's body was hunched over, using the Holy Sword to prop himself up. Ooze streamed down his form as if he were wearing a suit of black armor, while the arms of the white shadows continued to claw at him, refusing to let go.
But he was gasping for breath, and yet, he actually laughed.
"I did it. I succeeded."
But immediately after, a gush of ooze sprayed from his mouth. The white shadows converged again, crawling back onto his body.
He recognized these white shadows. Most of them were people he knew...
