The figure was a bizarre man, reeking with a foul stench. Yet that nauseating aura only lingered within a radius of ten feet around him.
He slowly extended a hand, and it was plain to see that it was covered in pustules of all sizes.
Threads of brilliantly colored fluid dripped from his fingers.
The liquid fell continuously into the well, spreading like ink through water and merging into it, contaminating the city's water sources.
His figure kept appearing throughout the city's waterways, again and again dripping the fluid secreted by his body.
A sinister voice quietly rang out. "Hehehe, a million mortals. Once they swallow the source of my plague, at least half of them will die."
"Hehehe, I can also use this chance to gather immeasurable vital essence and break through to the peak of the Primordial Spirit Realm in one stroke!"
The terrifying figure lurked in the city's shadows before swiftly vanishing without a trace.
White-Brow Daoist, a Primordial Spirit cultivator of the Infinite Sect, felt his brow twitch slightly, a shadow passing through his eyes.
He sensed a heavy darkness hanging over his heart, as though something terrible was about to happen.
In the blink of an eye, the following evening arrived!
A plague swiftly broke out in the city, spreading at an astonishing pace.
White-Brow Daoist was alerted at once, and a grave look appeared in his eyes.
"What is going on? Why is there a plague?"
His gaze rested on a man infected with the plague.
At that moment, the man was vomiting and suffering from diarrhea, while red blood blisters constantly rose across his body.
Once the blisters swelled to a certain point, they burst outright, spilling pus and blood all over the ground.
The onset of this plague was exceptionally swift. It