Murong Changsheng was covered from head to toe in a layer of sticky, yellowish substance. It looked absolutely repulsive. Moreover, this slime clung to his body like a suit of armor, fitting him perfectly.
How had Murong Changsheng ended up looking like this?
Before the three of them could make sense of the situation, Murong Changsheng struck first. He unleashed a palm strike, and behind him appeared a bizarre, deep pit. Fecal water churned within it, surging with a majestic momentum that seemed imbued with the very aura of the Great Dao. It was profound and ominous.
Chapter 867