Every unoccupied inch of Liang Rou Yan's skin was getting filled with fast-growing, parasitic fungi.
She dropped the mushroom in her grip and let out a choked scream, reaching to stifle the sound of her voice with her hands.
Except, when she touched the skin of her cheeks, she instinctively retracted her fingers after pressing on multiple lumps.
The honey-kissed surface wasn't perfectly smooth as it was a few seconds ago. Tiny bumps began to break out all over her face.
"What is this?! What kind of spell is this?!" She yelled in panic, scratching herself all over. Her face. Her legs. Her arms. Wherever she could reach.
But, no matter how many bumps she removed, they kept regrowing shortly after!
"Stop it!" She shouted loudly, to no avail.
Liang Rou Yan was no simpleton. She was a seasoned fighter and a skilled cultivator, and yet, she had absolutely no idea how to deal with this type of attack!
