Song Wanning's robes were woven from thousand-year-old colored silk, impervious to ordinary water and fire.
But just a single touch from these specks of mud instantly created multiple holes in her robes, and some even burned her skin directly.
A prickling pain spread across her body.
Song Wanning whipped her head around, only to see another wave of it splashing toward them.
With enemies in front and behind, they were caught in a pincer attack.
The black mud was drawing closer. Song Wanning's expression darkened as she threw out an Array Plate, attempting to block its advance.
However, the black mud actually passed through the Array and charged straight at them again.
She had tried every method she could think of, but all were ineffective against the black mud. Now, even Song Wanning was completely baffled, desperate to figure out what this substance was.
