In the quarantine zone, on a scenic bridge.
"Hahahahaha! I bet you didn't see that coming! My stomach, mouth, and esophagus have all mutated. My gastric juices are extremely toxic and corrosive. Once they corrode a wound into you, the poison will paralyze your nerves in five seconds. You're a dead man!"
A short, scrawny Celestial Demon Person with an abnormally bloated abdomen let out an unbridled laugh.
On the bridge, two figures were cornered by them. One of them had fair, tender skin, and his muscles were so smooth they seemed to blend together as one.
He was wearing a sea-blue Martial Arts Uniform. On the chest was a white insignia—the character "Hun" overlaid with a wave-like pattern. It was none other than He Runlin of the Hunyuan Sect.
TSSSSS!!
At that moment, He Runlin's face and body were splattered with a large amount of a milky-white, viscous liquid. The fluid seemed extremely corrosive, emitting a sizzling, burning sound accompanied by white smoke.
"Are you okay?!"
