COUGH! COUGH!
Unable to withstand the turmoil in his chest, Shen Mo coughed twice.
A spray of black, foul-smelling blood mixed with fragments of internal organs was coughed out, spraying onto the ground like rain. Spurred by the vast Spiritual Qi within the blood, the plant roots and seeds in the soil began to grow wildly. In the blink of an eye, they became as lush as an ancient forest deep in the mountains.
However, this mouthful of corrupted blood still contained remnants of Lin Zhaozai's Evil Magic. The growth of the plants lasted only a moment before they quickly rotted into foul-smelling wastewater, polluting the land for several li around. It was foreseeable that for the next several decades, this area would become as barren as a wasteland, where not even a single weed could grow.
After coughing out the corrupted blood, Shen Mo felt considerably relieved. However, his Dao Body and soul had both suffered significant damage, and his True Yuan was also heavily depleted.
