Faint purple traces of dried neural mucus still lingered on the bulkheads of the Dawn. Though ten days had passed since the destruction of the fourth hive, a lingering, nebulous spiritual contamination still drifted through the corridors, causing anyone who passed to unconsciously quicken their pace.
Inside the medical bay, Ye Li's demonic right arm was bound by seven layers of profound ice chains, the purplish-black vascular patterns still slowly spreading.
"The tentacles' activity has dropped by thirty percent, but..." Jiang Feng said, consumed with guilt.
Chapter 803