Intense pain caused the muscles in Lu Yun’s face to twitch uncontrollably.
A ragged, heavy wheeze escaped his throat. He slumped weakly to the ground, a large patch of his body, stretching from his waist to his abdomen, now covered in black veins.
From a distance, it looked just like a tattoo.
"It finally stopped!"
Currently, the only way Lu Yun could prevent those tiny black specks from spreading further was through self-mutilation—each time more ruthless than the last.
If he didn't find a way to purge these black specks from his body, he would eventually either become a walking corpse or die by his own hand.
*Whoosh—*
A gust of fierce wind hit him. Disregarding the wounds at his waist, Lu Yun pulled his top down and grabbed a rock from the ground, scanning the sky with vigilance.
The sudden wind made him instinctively fear that the weather had become unpredictable once more.
"What is this..."
*Clang!*
Lu Yun dropped the stone and rubbed his dry, stinging eyes. "This isn't an illusion!"
Not far away, he saw a village lit by bright lights, with the faint sounds of children playing drifting toward him.
The sight before Lu Yun was unmistakably a small village.
How could a race possibly reside within the Storm Flare? What kind of twisted trick was this?
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Chapter 893