Chapter 423 Ants
Su Han suddenly raised his head and looked at the beam of light.
The pool water has been completely drained, leaving a dry bottom.
The skeletons clinging to the stone walls and the bottom of the pool had lost the moisture of the liquid. Under the dazzling yet cold reflection of the light column, they took on a slippery, greasy, unclean texture, like a huge, corrupt wound exposed to the sun.
Those piles of pale bones seemed to be controlled by invisible nematodes, making dense and subtle "clicking" sounds.
It squirmed, twisted, and deformed even more frantically, as if billions of maggots were swirling inside the corpse.
They were not trying to attack, but more like they were on a pilgrimage. All the joints and empty eye sockets were twisted and struggling, moving towards the slowly rising figure in the center of the light column.
That body was exactly the same as Biyao's.
At first, the "body" looked like an exquisite jade sculpture, so pale that it was transparent, and one could see the shadows of the wriggling bones underneath.
But just as Su Han's gaze focused on her, an ominous blood color began to spread under her ice-white skin, like clear water dripping into thick cinnabar, spreading rapidly.
It seems as if countless tiny capillaries under the skin expand and fill in an instant, forming the meridians and blood vessels that only living people have.
The long hair, which was as dry as straw, regained its black luster in the invisible airflow, and the strands of hair moved without wind, gently floating in the light column.
The beam of light itself is also mutating.
The pure light that shot straight to the dome began to become turbid, mixed with strands of dark red, like fresh blood dripping into clear water.
The edge of the light was no longer stable, with irregular ripples and distortions appearing, as if an unbearable weight was brewing and erupting from it.
"Biyao" who was pressed under Su Han suddenly burst into an even more terrifying struggle.
An inhuman roar rolled out from the depths of her throat, and the ancient will that had been temporarily suppressed previously regained the upper hand.
The dark red lines moved wildly on her snow-white skin like living things, no longer limited to her collarbone, but crawled all over her cheeks, neck, and the back of her hand that was holding Su Han's arm.
Her strength was beyond imagination. She thrust her waist forward suddenly and almost knocked Su Han over.
"Get away! Ant!"
She screamed, her voice overlapping Biyao's original coldness and the inhuman majesty that echoed from the abyss, becoming even more bizarre and terrifying. Her nails, the ten fingertips that were originally trimmed and rounded, were now turning black, sharp, and hardened at a speed visible to the naked eye, like poisoned steel spikes.
She raised her hand suddenly, no longer releasing magical light, but with a fishy wind, she grabbed Su Han's head fiercely!
The sharp point even cut through the air, making a short tearing sound.
Su Han was shocked, and he turned his head to dodge, relying entirely on the instinct honed from years of living on the brink of life and death.
"Hey!"
The sharp nails barely scraped his cheekbone, tearing the flesh and leaving three burning bloody marks.
He could feel the cold power attached to his nails seeping into the wound, and a sticky numb feeling quickly spread.
He ignored the pain and used all his strength to twist her wrist again.
His knees pressed firmly against her waist and abdomen, and all his body weight was pressed on her, as if he was suppressing a furious ancient beast.
Sweat mixed with the blood on his face flowed into the corners of his eyes, blurring his vision.
But he didn't dare to blink, staring at "Biyao's" face which was distorted by anger and power.
In the deepest part of those pupils that were completely filled with dark red, like burning lava, a faint, broken trace of painful struggle flashed by, like starlight sinking into a deep pool, disappearing in an instant.
But that is enough to prove that Biyao is still here!
"Pond water..."
Bi Yao's last broken cry for help rapidly echoed in Su Han's mind.
"Pond water! You mean the bottom of the pond? What's at the bottom of the dry pond?"
He moved his gaze back to the center of the light column with difficulty.
In this short and intense fight, changes have already taken place!
The mirror image rising from the bottom of the pool, its bare feet slowly, slowly stepping onto the top of the pile of bones——
The skeletons that were still moving wildly just now suddenly became stiff and solidified the moment the mirror's feet landed, as if they had instantly turned into the humblest foundation, willingly supporting the newborn god or demon. (End of this chapter)