This Killing Intent could actually corrode flesh?
The moment Chen Mo took a breath, a searing pain flared through his nasal passages.
He immediately held his breath, keeping that single breath trapped inside.
But it was already too late.
That tiny mouthful of Killing Intent had already left its mark in his airways, burning hot with pain.
He dared not delay any longer. Channeling his magical power, he used eight bone spears to prop his body off the ground and slowly crawled toward the dragon corpse at the center.
He was a little faster than walking, but it was far from easy.
The dragon's might bore down like a mountain, making the bone spears creak and groan. Every step forward consumed enormous strength.
After crawling only a few steps, the layer of Ghost Skin covering his body rapidly began to rot beneath the erosion of the yin Killing Intent.
At first, there were only a few pinprick-sized white spots. In the blink of an eye, they spread into one mass. The Ghost Skin began to crack and peel away, becoming pitted and riddled with holes.
Before long, the Ghost Skin could no longer hold up at all.
Large flakes of grayish-white skin peeled from his body, exposing the bright-red muscles beneath.
Blood vessels crisscrossed one another, directly exposed to the air saturated with corrosive Killing Intent without the protection of skin.
Agonizing pain surged over him like a tide.
Veins bulged across Chen Mo's forehead, and his teeth ground together with creaks, but he did not stop.
The bone spears alternately thrust forward, punching into the ground with sharp cracks as they dragged his body onward.
He could not stop.
Stopping meant death.
Fine traces of corrosion began to appear across the surface of his crimson muscles, tiny pinprick depressions