Su Bai slowly approached the sleeping Sha Linghai, his gaze settling on that somewhat familiar face on the verge of death.
Although Sha Linghai's face bore no obvious wounds, his skin was as pale as paper, with faint bluish shadows tracing the dull contours of his cheeks. Gray-black scales had emerged unevenly across his body, covering his once-healthy skin like a layer of rotting armor. Every scale was ugly and misshapen, surrounded by crisscrossing wounds-the mottled marks left by countless bouts of scratching and tearing that had left his body utterly ravaged.
Su Bai raised a hand and rested it on Sha Linghai's shoulder. It felt ice-cold, as though the Chaotic Power within him was seeping out through his skin.
He closed his eyes and focused on sensing that inner power.
Even though Sha Linghai appeared to be sleeping peacefully, what Su Bai sensed was a frenzy. Inside Sha Linghai's body, those murky, disordered forces ran rampant like wildly growing weeds, constantly biting into his flesh like a swarm of flies and destroying his vitality.
"Someone used an ability to put him to sleep, but his bodily functions are clearly still active," Su Bai said quietly, his brows tightly furrowed. "Sha Linghai's Mutation hasn't stopped at all."
Su Bai couldn't help recalling the "sample" in the Mist Shop and Lin Wei. Earlier, he had used his ability to hypnotize the "sample," bringing the mutant's condition almost to a standstill. His blood flowed sluggishly, his heartbeat was faint, and even the foul power that had invaded his body had been slowed countless times over. Yet Su Bai could still sense that power moving. Even slowed to the utmost limit, that unsettling power continued to devour the mutant from within.
What puzzled Su Bai even more was that after he had devoured