"Ahem..."
Beside him, Gu Rong coughed weakly, and Ning Fengzhi turned his head stiffly.
More than ninety percent of Gu Rong's body had turned into gray-white fibers. In both color and texture, he looked more and more like a mushroom.
"Fengzhi... I'll send you... away."
The Spatial Attribute Teleportation Soul Skill he had spent so long gathering power for was finally complete.
The last fluctuations of Soul Power began to surge violently.
The surrounding space twisted and grew unstable.
Just then, Ning Fengzhi suddenly spoke, staring stiffly at Gu Rong as he asked.
"Uncle Bone, why are you still alive?"
"Huh?"
That single question left Gu Rong, whose body was now ninety-nine percent mushroom, utterly stunned. Even his teleportation Soul Skill slowed for several beats!
Ning Fengzhi's eyes slowly opened as wide as they could, until tiny wounds split the corners! Thin rivulets of blood trickled down the sides of his face.
His expression grew increasingly deranged. Laughing and crying, he kept questioning Gu Rong without waiting for an answer.
"Uncle Bone, your chest was pierced! Your rot disease erupted completely! You've turned into a mushroom! It's been so long! Why are you still alive?
"Why haven't you died?
"Why are you still conscious?
"Why can you still move?
"Why can you even use a Soul Skill!
"Why do you still have enough Soul Power!
"Why aren't you dead yet, Uncle Bone!
"Why, why, why, why!"
A flash of lightning streaked through Gu Rong's mind, and his rigid consciousness suddenly cleared.
That's right! Why haven't I died? Why can I still activate my teleportation Soul Skill?
This Soul Skill takes tremendous mental effort even under normal circumstances, but right now...
With a sharp crack, his neck bent like a snapped mushroom stalk as he looked at the Snake Bone Blade