A blood-curdling scream suddenly rang out as Third Master Yuan abruptly clutched his head, shaking it frantically like a hand-drum as his entire person plunged into some bizarre state!
His head now looked like a lump of mud, twisting and deforming, swelling up one moment and flattening and elongating the next, the facial features on it squeezing together until they were nearly gone.
Crack! Two eyeballs suddenly fell out amidst the distortion, followed by the nose.
"Ah! The eight saints of my clan are in the void, why do you not manifest to protect me..." Third Master Yuan shouted in terror.
The next moment, the shouting came to an abrupt halt, and that mouth of his seemed like a separate part, dropping right off his deformed head!
A distinct river-fish stench also began to emanate inexplicably from his body.
"Ah, help! Qingyun, save me!"
With his mouth gone, Third Master Yuan could only vibrate his divine sense, clutching his head in terror before turning and fleeing in a panicked rush, completely disregarding the Hong Lian Tian who was about to complete her self-elevation.
"Trash is just trash..." Seeing this, Li Qingyun couldn't help but shake his head.
He could tell at a glance that Third Master Yuan had fallen victim to a soul-type method of River Mother Saint, which should have instantly and intensely magnified the various dark sides within Third Master Yuan's heart, plunging him into a state of Fallen Guǐ.
Yet as a Five-Ring Quasi-Saint, if his Dao heart were steadfast, how could he possibly be "infected" so easily!
Old Man Yuan the Third—what was he if not trash!
Formidable at infighting, but when it came to external fights, he was worth nothing at all!
The Great Dao's Power surged within him, and immediately afterward, he was struck