Chapter 355: The Truth of the Conspiracy?
As Ansu dodged Angelu's continuous onslaught, a sudden wave of intense discomfort washed over his body.
His casting speed and mana mobilization began to fall behind his thoughts; even though he had anticipated the opponent's attacks, he was always half a beat too slow.
He looked down at his wrist.
The eye-like mark stared up at him menacingly, its patterns pulsing wildly with his heartbeat as a sharp pain spread from his wrist to his entire body.
To make matters worse, the originally pure mana within his body was gradually becoming turbid. Every time he cast a spell, a faint, filthy black mist would drift from his body.
Do I have the mana plague too?
Ansu had never feared corruption before. Even deep in the heart of the South, he had always been the most clear-headed one in the party.
This was the first time he had personally experienced the feeling of being eroded by corruption.
Everything in his field of vision began to warp crazily. The entire world seemed to come alive as bizarre illusions stacked layer upon layer before his eyes, as if he had accidentally eaten poisonous mushrooms...