A moment later, Guo Youliang's body had become a mess of decay, beyond recognition.
It wasn't until then that Yan Long felt a sense of balance in his heart. He gasped heavily, threw the stone away, glanced at Mo Da's resting place, and then walked over.
Arriving at Mo Da's side, Yan Long pulled out a packet of black powder. He unfolded the paper packet and poured the powder on Mo Da's nose and mouth.
About a minute later, the black powder moved in unison as if it were magnetic, seemingly drawn by a suction force, and burrowed into Mo Da's nostrils.
Soon, all the black powder vanished without a trace.
Mo Da's body twitched, and his closed eyes reopened, lifelessly scanning the surroundings.
