His body hair stood on end as a cold stream passed through him. Li Ang reached out, trying to grab the wildly swinging mass of ink-black threads, but he couldn't grasp it at all.
Wrist, arm, elbow, shoulder...
Beneath his skin, bizarre, clearly visible ridges were forming. Trembling, Li Ang pulled a scalpel from the medicine box. Before he could stab it into his shoulder to stop the threads from extending further, the foremost thread shot out, instantly piercing his heart. Like a flash of lightning shattering, it branched into countless slender tendrils, penetrating his chest and limbs.
CLANG.
The scalpel fell from his hand. Li Ang dropped to one knee, his fingers digging deep into the sandy soil from the intense pain.
What in the world is this...
The blade of the scalpel clearly reflected Li Ang's horrified expression.
