Shen Leling was terrified. On one hand, this scene was too horrifying—how had Yan Nu coughed off his own head?
On the other hand, she was also worried about Yan Nu. What on earth had happened to him!
Feng Junyou hurriedly explained, telling her about the sword intent beheading him and the plague god's curse.
"Are you crazy?! You dare to desecrate a divinity!"
Shen Leling was extremely anxious. Water blossoms lit up on her fingertips, moisturizing Yan Nu's severed neck to accelerate its healing.
At the same time, she could detect that among Yan Nu's coughs, there were pestilence insects invisible to ordinary people being scattered about.
"Old Ghost... cough, cough, cough... I feel so terrible..." Yan Nu's breathing was heavy, and he only felt that his whole body was unwell.
Headache, dizziness, palpitations, nausea, difficulty breathing... He felt like foreign objects were multiplying inside the body.
For a moment, Li Xiang, Zhou Shi, and the others, who were originally about to come over, didn't even dare to approach when they saw him coughing. Plagues were, after all, contagious.
Huang Banyun, however, stepped closer and supported Yan Nu, asking with concern, "How are you... Hiss! Why are you so burning hot?!"
He placed his hand on Yan Nu's body, feeling as if he had touched a piece of glowing charcoal.
At this moment, Yan Nu's whole body was radiating intense heat, which was not caused by true qi. True qi would not harm him, so when it gathered in excess inside the body, it merely transferred light and heat outward rather than passing it on to Yan Nu.
Strictly speaking, every time he activated the blazing mode, it was only the outside world that felt hot, while Yan Nu himself was cool.
Right now, however, every inch of flesh