The wounds on that Huang Shang girl's face were rapidly festering.
The rate at which the wounds deteriorated was exceptionally fast.
In just a moment, all the skin around those wounds had disintegrated.
In an instant, the lovely and tender little junior sister turned as grotesque as a Rashamon Ghost!
Not only that, but the decaying flesh near the wounds began to wriggle, as if something was growing out of it!
Before long, a series of ghastly and bizarre faces struggled to burst from it, silently roaring around the wounds!
This scene, akin to a spectral horror, made Yuwen Mo and the others feel a chill surge through their hearts.
"Little junior sister! What poison did you apply to your whip! Quick, take out the antidote and use it!" Yuwen Mo shouted anxiously at her.
The Huang Shang girl desperately clawed at her own face, scratching the rotting flesh until it became a blur of blood and pus, but it did nothing to ease the itch!
