The ordinary people in the convoy had been at a loss at first, but once they saw the Sequence Transcendents take action, they stopped worrying quite so much.
One young man, who loved watching a spectacle, did not stand far away. Instead, he moved closer.
He wanted a better look.
He wanted to see clearly how those Sequence Transcendents dealt with the Eerie.
As the Wind Cluster He Jing released churned through the black smoke, a stray wisp drifted straight toward him.
It happened so suddenly that he could not dodge.
He breathed in a tiny bit.
Just that tiny bit.
At first, he felt nothing.
But the next second, he began to itch all over.
"It itches! It itches so much!"
The young man began scratching himself all over, unable to stop.
His fingers left red streaks across his skin.
He felt something trying to crawl out through his pores.
In fact, it was not just a feeling.
It was real.
Black hairs sprouted from his pores, one after another.
Coarse and stiff.
Pitch-black.
Like the fur of some animal.
Soon, his arms, face, and neck were covered in black hair.
He had become a monster covered entirely in black hair.
The people around him backed away in terror.
"Help... help me..."
The young man's voice grew hoarse.
His face was already covered in black hair, leaving only a pair of eyes that still moved.
Those eyes were filled with fear.
And once his body was completely covered in black hair, he began clutching his head.
"It hurts!"
"It hurts so much!"
He kept crying out, his voice choked with sobs.
The pain was even worse than having his bones scraped and his flesh gouged out.
Something seemed to be trying to burrow out of his head.
In agony,