"Go!"
He said no more. His figure swept like the wind straight toward the Spirit Pivot Institute.
Meanwhile, his mind raced. Gray markings... the loss of flesh-and-blood essence...
Could it be...
A name surfaced in his mind-[Marrow-Drying Curse Seal]!
Hopefully it wasn't that...
The three moved at tremendous speed, with the Three Baleful Skeletons shadowing them from concealment in case anything went wrong.
They soon reached the Spirit Pivot Institute, which had already descended into chaos.
Eight patients lay or sat curled up on the open ground outside the gates, unable to suppress their agonized groans. Their exposed skin was covered in eerie gray markings like spiderwebs. The gray slowly spread at a speed visible to the naked eye, leaving skin and muscle faintly dulled in its wake, as though the vitality within was being mercilessly drained away.
A faint, strange odor hung in the air, like rotting vegetation.
Shen Jingwan was leading several medical officers in a desperate effort to soothe them, applying golden needles to ease their pain, but to little effect.
"It really is the [Marrow-Drying Curse Seal]. This is trouble!"
Lu Changfeng's gaze was sharp. One glance confirmed the diagnosis, and his brows knitted tightly.
Curse Marks, formally known as Yin-Yang Curse Seals, were an advanced application of Yin-Yang Arts, with effects similar to "Qi Poison."
Laozi had said: All things carry yin on their backs and embrace yang, blending their qi to achieve harmony.
Yin and yang were always opposed, yet united.
A Yin-Yang Curse Seal refined true qi into qi poison through specific methods and magical power, then applied it to the body's eight extraordinary meridians, disrupting the opposing balance of yin and yang within the body to achieve various desired effects.
The [Marrow-Drying Curse Seal] was one of the Eight Curses of the