The woodcutter was struck by this white light, causing his body to tumble a few times. With a hefty "thud," he was flung against the left wall of the grand hall, making the Earth quiver slightly.
Shen Luo looked towards the woodcutter and couldn't help but draw in a breath of cool air.
He saw the woodcutter had already turned over and was sprawled on the ground, his arms seemed to twist and warp as he propped himself up. His neck jutted out eerily, and his gruesome face was etched with pulsating veins. His eyes had turned scarlet, and drool dripped incessantly from the corners of his mouth.
The sight immediately terrified the convoy members, rendering them frozen in their tracks.
"Gurgle, Gurgle, Gurgle ..."
The woodcutter emitted strange sounds from the depths of his throat. His body made continuous "cracking" noises, and his form was visibly enlarging at a rate that was detectable by the human eye. He eventually burst out of his clothes.
