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But it was dimmed for less than a second before the Lich Old Man raised his head and looked at Qiekafu again. "I still have one move you haven't seen."

"Hmm?"

"Cough, cough!" The Lich Old Man coughed violently, then suddenly opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of pitch-black blood.

This blood was completely different from the rest. After leaving the Lich Old Man's mouth, it shot toward Qiekafu like an arrow, whistling through the air.

Halfway through its flight, it vanished into thin air as though it had merged with the atmosphere. Qiekafu was still staring blankly when, with a pop, the blood reappeared right in front of him and landed on his body.

The moment the blood touched Qiekafu's body, it seemed to come alive. It writhed madly and burrowed beneath his skin, apparently intending to contaminate his entire body.

Qiekafu's expression changed. His hand, wrapped in golden light, plunged sharply into his chest. He forcibly dug out a large chunk of the most severely contaminated flesh and threw it into the distance, trying to rid himself of the strange attack.

But he had underestimated just how bizarre the Lich Old Man's move was.

Even though less than a tenth of the blood remained on his body, its contaminating effect had not weakened in the slightest. The black, contaminated blood seemed infectious. Within a few breaths, it turned a large patch of flesh pitch-black, assimilating it before spreading throughout his body.

Qiekafu's face changed drastically. Gritting his teeth, he released a great amount of cold air from both hands and slammed them hard against his chest. The cold air erupted, forcibly freezing the contaminated flesh on his body.

This severely hindered his movements, but it also stopped the contaminated flesh from worsening.

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