Demon Dragon Mist

Toxin? Or corrosive gas?

Seeing Mo Shan's hands turn into bare bones in the blink of an eye, Wang Feng's heart leaped into his throat.

Mo Shan's Divine Treasure was known for its astonishing defense, and it also had some resistance to toxins and acidic substances.

There was no reason for him to be corroded down to the bone so easily. Yet that was exactly what was happening. Mo Shan's body continued to corrode, but strangely, his clothes were completely unaffected.

"Save me."

"Wang..."

Mo Shan reached out toward Wang Feng, then could no longer speak. His vocal cords had already rotted away.

His face kept collapsing. Soon, his nose caved in, leaving two dark holes.

One eyeball bulged out, then suddenly fell to the ground. Like a shattered egg, its vitreous humor rapidly decayed.

In the blink of an eye, Mo Shan's head was reduced to a skeleton of pale yellow bones.

At that moment, screams erupted all around them. The warriors sprayed by the Gray Mist were suffering the same fate as Mo Shan, their bodies corroding as their flesh melted away.

Wang Feng was startled. Then, at that moment, he felt waves of stinging pain all over his body.

He lowered his head sharply and saw his hands swell and redden first. Soon, blisters rose across his skin.

The blisters burst with a popping sound, and pus oozed from them.

Plop.

A chunk of flesh fell from one of the spots where a blister had formed. It sizzled on the ground, rapidly melting into bloody water.

The same thing was happening all over Wang Feng's body.

His hair began to fall out, his face began to collapse, his vision grew blurred, and his flesh began peeling away.

Wang Feng struggled to look toward the place where the