Little Mandron Soldier 45

Not a single sound could be heard as everyone tried to digest the words Xia Yueyu had just shouted. The Third Marshal was frozen stiff and the other high profiles on the podium raised their eyebrows in surprise.

Jin Qi exchanged a shocked glance with the Second Marshal and even He Yuan was a little taken aback.

Over in the adamantine glass, Ding Weimin had his body frozen stiff and his eyes widened in horror. After a couple of seconds, he slowly looked down at his arms covered in bloody scars and strained, pulsing, veins.

He couldn't believe it. "That's..." His one word finally broke the silence and everyone turned to the glass. Not knowing the situation outside, he continued softly, "How is that possible?" The last time he'd been infected, he had six months. Besides, this time was merely a relapse... it shouldn't be this way...