Blood Sea, Surging and Roiling

Billions of black mosquitoes swarmed through the air like rolling dark clouds, blotting out the sky and sun. Their incessant buzzing made people's heads spin and their minds grow restless.

Caught in the swarm, Bai Yang had lost all sense of direction. The buzzing was especially disorienting, leaving him feeling as if his mind were slipping away.

A numb, tingling pain came from his arm. Looking down, he saw that a black mosquito's proboscis had pierced his skin. In an instant, an area the size of a fist on his arm shriveled rapidly as the mosquito sucked out his flesh and blood!

His heart gave a hard thump. If hundreds of mosquitoes bit him at once, he feared they would drain him until nothing remained but a skin-covered skeleton!

Blue flames surged over his body and swept outward, filling the world for dozens of miles in an instant. In the intense heat—hot enough to melt even the earth—countless mosquitoes, their bodies as tough as steel, were burned to ash, leaving the heavens and earth clear.

Though their numbers were vast, the mosquitoes themselves were too fragile. Fire was their natural bane; one sweep burned a whole swath of them.

His arm throbbed with unbearable pain. Bai Yang looked down and saw that the spot pierced by the mosquito's proboscis had turned pitch-black. Pus was forming, and the infection was spreading.

The mosquitoes were poisonous—deadly poisonous. If he did nothing, he might turn into a puddle of black liquid in minutes!

Without hesitation, Bai Yang drew a sharp dagger and sliced away all the affected flesh with a sharp shhk. He had no time to feel the pain. The moment the severed flesh was less than a foot from his body, it melted into a puddle of black liquid, reeking foully.