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The headshot noblewoman stood frozen in place. The pale skin exposed to the air gradually reddened, and within seconds, it had turned the same color as the long dress on her body.
The next second, her body instantly liquefied and collapsed, splattering onto the ground like a small shower of blood.
The Spirit Exorcist landed back on the ground. Sun Hang was about to call out to her, but she suddenly toppled backward.
Hundreds of fungal filaments instantly wove themselves into a cushioning net, catching the Spirit Exorcist's body.
Sun Hang hurried over to her side.
The Spirit Exorcist looked terrible—although the remaining half of her flesh-and-blood face was covered in horrific scars, it was still clear that she was deathly pale. The artificial tracheal piston in her throat kept making strange noises, and blood was faintly seeping from the places where her human body joined her mechanical parts.
"Even if it's your specialty, that still wasn't easy..." Sun Hang helped the Spirit Exorcist up. She recovered fairly quickly; within a few seconds, her breathing had steadied, and her legs could barely support her body again.
"The last thing that made me fire three shots in a row was an Anomaly ranked within the top twenty by serial number..." the Spirit Exorcist said.
Thanks to her artificial vocalizer, her voice did not sound weak at all.
The Spirit Exorcist raised her right hand.
The two fingers she had bitten open had now become like dried orange peel, shriveled and wrinkled, as though all the flesh and blood had been drained away, leaving only a layer of dead skin wrapped around the finger bones... She lightly flicked them with her other hand, and the dried skin instantly crumbled into powder, exposing two stark-white finger bones.
"Sigh, there go another two