C367 phagocytosis crisis

"No!" Gui Di's pitch-black flute smashed that disciple's head to pieces, but he was already unable to pull away.

He could only watch as I drilled into the nostrils of the corpse.

The air filled the room, and I rose from the cold stone coffin.

I could feel the strong power flowing through my veins, my skin, my muscles and muscles slowly flowing. This was an unprecedented experience