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"Ugh..."
Mo Shuyun knelt beside, unable to stop himself from vomiting profusely. His face was covered in the blood foam and flesh fragments spewed by the Demon Fiend, utterly destroying his gentlemanly image once again. What's more alarming was that half of his clothes were stained red, and before returning to Chang'an, the Celestial Pride Disciple would have to endure the constant stench of decay emanating from his body.
"Is he a Demon Fiend or a human?" Marina pinched her nose and cautiously approached Zhang Zhi, who was lying paralyzed on the ground.
The latter was unmistakably dead, his skin still intact, but his internal organs shattered into a mushy mess, with blood seeping from his nose and mouth. The body that arched from his back was rotting rapidly, the original form nearly unrecognizable within half a minute, resembling a tumor of internal organs and intestines attached to the cultivator's back.
