The black energy that had been driven from Jiang Cheng's body didn't dissipate. Instead, it began to gather into a stream and seeped into the wounds on Wu's body.
This was only the beginning. A cloud of black mist, carrying the same air of despair, surged out of the Old President's shattered corpse and quickly burrowed into Wu. Even the monsters that had been brutally dismembered—and people like Water Lord—had traces of black mist rising from their bodies. In an instant, it all began converging on Wu.
His once-fair skin boiled as veins spread outward from his wounds, finally crawling across his face.
At last, the blood-red glow in his eyes went out, swallowed by endless darkness. Even so, the healing power didn't stop. Jiang Cheng's fingers twitched, and a glimmer of life finally returned to Fatty's once-dull eyes. The many gravely wounded, who had been on the brink of death, could move their bodies again, while corpse after corpse began visibly restoring itself.
This healing power was terrifyingly strong, but it drained Wu of his last strength. He was powerless to resist the black energy as it consumed him.
Black energy surged beneath his skin. His red-and-black veins burst one by one, and the black deathly aura devoured everything that was his.
The monster that had emerged from Jiang Cheng's body was now merging with him in an extremely brutal fashion. More accurately, it was devouring Wu, just as Wu had once devoured those strange entities.
An invisible force tore at him. He could feel himself being ripped apart bit by bit. Beneath the unbearable pain lay an overwhelming exhaustion. His thoughts grew heavier and heavier, as if he were falling into a dream he would never wake from.
He was gradually losing control of this body, and the