Immediately afterward, something strange happened. The wine did not run down Ming Yun's face at once. Instead, it seemed to be held there by some unseen force.
Only after all the red had faded from the wine did it become an ordinary liquid again and slide down her cheeks.
Some junior disciples cried out on the spot, "Ming Yun's face can... can suck blood!"
Before the junior disciples had even finished speaking, something even more disgusting happened. The skin of that blood-fed face suddenly rippled unevenly, twisting Ming Yun's entire face out of shape.
Then the face began convulsing violently, as though something had scorched it.
Tearing apart inch by inch, it peeled itself right off Ming Yun's face.
The sight was both bloody and revolting to everyone watching.
After the face had completely detached from Ming Yun, it fell to the ground. From where everyone stood, they could see it contracting continuously. It had already shrunk to the size of a palm, yet still showed no sign of stopping.
When Li Yishi looked at Ming Yun's face now, his hands shook, and he nearly flung her away.
What kind of face was that?
Now, they could barely make out her original appearance: a reasonably pretty young woman. But the erosion of that unknown thing had corroded her once-pretty skin into a festering ruin.
A foul stench gradually spread through the crowd. Some inexperienced Qi Refining Stage cultivators from the Heavenly Dawn Sect, whose cultivation was still low, vomited on the spot.
Only a few people showed no obvious change in expression.
Among them were Tang Wuchen, the Medicine Gate's chief disciple, and Tong Qi, a disciple of the Enforcement Hall.
Tong Qi waved his folding fan and narrowed his eyes at the "face" writhing on the ground, then glanced