Lu Yuan's eyes suddenly darkened.
Frey was about to be contaminated. No. Not yet, at least.
But Lu Yuan had no usable potions on him, nor any means of freeing Frey from the Contamination. Both he and Frey were consciousness forms now. None of the things prepared outside could be used here.
Lu Yuan watched the flesh and jagged bones still spreading wildly, a ruthless gleam flashing in his eyes.
"Bear with it," Lu Yuan told Frey, enunciating each word. "This might hurt a little."
As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Yuan thrust out his hand, pressed it against the flesh and withered bones that had already spread to Frey's chest, and tore outward. Like rotten sludge, the flesh came off her body in great sheets.
Fortunately, the flesh had not fully fused with Frey's body. It had merely sprouted countless tendrils, trying to root themselves inside her. That violent yank ripped the newly spreading tendrils out by their roots. Lu Yuan snapped the withered bones one by one and threw them into the distance.
Frey gave a muffled groan of pain.
These things had already begun sprouting tendrils, trying to take root inside Frey's body, but with Lu Yuan intervening, they could not burrow very deep.
Yet even after Lu Yuan tore them off, they showed no sign of tiring, surging endlessly toward Frey in a frenzy. Lu Yuan gave them no quarter. Wherever they came at her, he tore them away.
Lu Yuan's hands moved extraordinarily fast. He forcibly stripped the Contamination that had reached Frey's chest back down to her lower abdomen, then farther down to her thighs and calves. Shredded flesh and broken bones littered the ground at his feet, but soon, even more dead matter surged forward, trying to cover her again.
Lu Yuan