"Save me... save me..."
The voice rang out again, hoarse and thick, its trailing notes carrying an unnatural tremor.
It sounded like a sheep bleating, yet also like someone's dying whimper.
The fellow with two horns on his head and black hair covering his entire body lay curled on the ground, twitching and writhing.
Black hair pushed out of his pores in successive crops, slick with viscous fluid.
The holy light had barely scorched it before fresh growth sprouted a second later.
Dense and tightly packed.
Zhang Bihuang gritted his teeth.
The holy light seared the flesh with a sizzling hiss, like a red-hot branding iron.
Yet deep within the man's flesh, the mutations continued without pause.
Everyone could see it...
Some in the group had already turned their heads away. Others swallowed, their eyes beginning to shift evasively.
The young man seemed to sense something and suddenly jerked.
Half his face struggled free of the black hair, his eyes already covered in a grayish-white film.
He fixed those inhuman eyes on everyone, and the voice squeezing from his throat suddenly rose to a shriek:
"Save... me...!"
He sensed it...
The Survival Convoy wanted to give up on him.
Just as that silence threatened to crush everyone.
Xiao Xuan suddenly raised her hand and sent the Buddha-Light Jewel into the air.
The jewel hovered over the man's head, gentle buddha light flowing down like water and overlapping with Zhang Bihuang's holy light.
Sizzle, crackle...
Amid the noise, the black hair on the man's body finally fell away in showers, exposing the festering, pus-oozing skin beneath.
But that was all.
That mass of cold, eerie energy had long since burrowed into his flesh and entrenched itself deep in his marrow.
The holy light and buddha light could only press against the