Reagent Secured

An Qingyu stood to one side and waved his hand, driving the surrounding purple mist to carry the encased plague up into the sky.

Although the Calamity of Sickness had fallen unconscious, the viruses contained within those plague vapors still remained. If the plague were allowed to spread unchecked, it would not only infect Lin Qiye and the others—nearly one-third of this city's population would fall seriously ill.

The best solution was to send that mass of gas high into the air, then use an explosion to completely eradicate the viruses within it.

Meanwhile, Uncle Kyosuke sat beside the unconscious Calamity of Sickness, tightly gripping the golden longblade in his hand. His eyes were shut tight, beads of sweat seeping from his forehead, his face deathly pale.

He was activating Bewildering Pupil, creating an illusion for the unconscious Calamity of Sickness.

Before him, the Calamity of Sickness lay on the ground, his expression shifting faintly—angry one moment, hesitant the next, then confused, then delighted...

The Calamity of Sickness was gradually sinking into the illusion.

"Qingyu, is there anything else you need me to do?" Jialan asked doubtfully, carrying her golden spear.

An Qingyu looked at the two men in the distance for a moment, then shook his head. "No. Let them settle their own grievances."

Jialan nodded and looked up at the Thunder Beast roaring down at the ground from within the storm clouds, seemingly lost in thought.

Time passed second by second.

Uncle Kyosuke, seated on the ground, began to tremble uncontrollably, as though every inch of muscle in his body were straining with all its might. His eyes had opened, a dreamy brilliant gold staining his pupils as he stared fixedly at the Calamity of Sickness before him.

What he was doing now was more than simply creating