"What is this stuff?!"
The Black Blood made contact with other Cultivators and, as if alive, drilled into its targets' bodies through their mouths, nostrils, eyes, and skin.
"Get out of my body!"
"Can anyone save me?"
Terror seemed to spill from the Cultivator's eyes. The only Evil Warding Talisman on their body burned quickly, its red halo rapidly fading.
The Black Blood was not expelled; a single Evil Warding Talisman was not enough.
The body inflated like a balloon, expanding continuously.
BOOM!
The Cultivator exploded on the spot, splattering Black Blood in all directions.
The crowd snapped out of their daze and quickly distanced themselves from the contaminated area, fearing even the slightest contact. They looked at the Black Blood with dread, as if it were a devil.
They had just experienced a night attack by Magical Beasts and hadn't even had time to feel grateful for surviving before this catastrophe occurred.
Panic boiled in the hearts of the Cultivators.
