After Zhu Fei roared, he discovered that the other team members had developed the same symptoms as Xie Xing.
They kept scratching their faces, clawing so hard that they tore through skin and flesh.
"You... what's wrong with you?"
"Stop scratching!"
Zhu Fei shouted at the top of his lungs.
But these men had clearly lost the ability to think. They could not register his voice at all and only scratched harder.
The sight filled Zhu Fei with horror.
He realized that some evil spirit or weird being might have appeared nearby and activated the mystic qi within him to keep himself from falling victim as well.
But Zhu Fei seemed to have reacted a little too late.
Just as he stirred his qi mechanism, his face began to itch faintly.
It felt as though countless insects were wriggling through the flesh beneath his skin, causing an unbearable itch.
"No... I can't scratch."
Zhu Fei fought the urge to scratch through sheer willpower.
But the itching grew so terrifying that it snuffed out his awareness in an instant!
The next moment.
Zhu Fei frantically clawed at his face with both hands.
For a time, the scene was utterly grotesque.
Everyone was scratching their faces, tearing them into bloody messes.
Just then, countless black rootlets silently spread across the ground.
Like venomous snakes, they coiled around Zhu Fei.
Zhu Fei and the others could not react at all, allowing the rootlets to wrap around them.
The next day.
Martial Might Commandery City, the Sunflame Daoist Grounds.
Mirror Nightmare Lu Mian received a message from Medicine King Ridge.
"An entire City Guard squad disappeared from the outpost last night?"
"Even Martial Uncle Qinghezi couldn't find any clues when he went to investigate?!"
Lu Mian frowned as he looked at the envelope