Nangong Yan, Zhu Fan, and Zhao Zijun all covered their ears at the same time.
The sound coming from inside Qian Duoduo sent a chill down their spines, and they couldn't help but feel an agitated sense of unease.
"CHITTER CHITTER CHITTER!"
The insect-like chirping grew more frantic and piercing.
Blood trickled from between Qian Duoduo's teeth. His throat bobbed up and down as he let out a pained roar.
Just then, sesame-seed-sized bumps appeared all over his skin. They were densely packed, a horrifying and deeply unsettling sight.
Not only that, but the bumps pulsed up and down like tiny hearts, as if they were alive.
Nangong Yan and the others retreated again and again. The scene was too bizarre; they couldn't bear to watch.
"Kill!"
Mo Qi barked the command, controlling the Yang Fire of his Nether Soul Flame to exterminate and purify whatever was inside the bumps.
POP! POP! POP!
A series of soft pops echoed as all the bumps burst open at once.
