Su Changxing awoke abruptly, feeling his own existence being forcibly erased bit by bit.
This method was akin to antivirus software, disregarding the target's life force or any other ability to kill it.
His flesh was gradually assimilated by the white text and dissipated into the air.
Realizing the gravity of the situation, Su Changxing no longer held back and detonated the plague he had long spread around the space and on Wanfang.
In an instant.
The scene in this world changed drastically, filled with green phosphorescence, as if countless tiny bugs were swimming within.
"What is this!" Wanfang's eyes widened, suddenly feeling much weaker, his skin rapidly decaying.
"Is this a plague? It can erode my body."
He realized the severity; as a Saint, his body was already immune to a hundred poisons and diseases, but now it was collapsing bit by bit under the influence of the plague.
