C1012 It Was Not Lively Enough
With a crisp snap, scabs of tainted blood flaked off Yu Yuan's body, reminiscent of an ancient tree shedding its bark. Hidden within these scabs were specks of vibrant color—the concentrated essence of deadly miasma. A mere dot the size of a fingernail could prove fatal to cultivators at the Lunar Spirit level.
Moments later, Yu Yuan stood with his upper body bare
