C236 Hard Resistance to Earth Evil

Mountain Watcher smeared a little bit of dust on his finger and smeared it on the wound. It was weird, as he smeared seven or eight times in a row, every time Mountain Watcher's finger entered the wound, the person did not scream in pain, as if it was not his body.

The man was black and white like a zebra. He wanted to stand up, but he couldn't, because the place he touched did not listen to him