1241 Plague Lord [3]

The minutes inched forward.

Everything about the Plague Lord was disgusting, including his mana.

As it latched onto Iris' body and corroded her insides, she not only felt pain, but discomfort so severe it genuinely restricted her movements.

'Not good.'

She sensed its every movement.

She sensed it as it dug into her chest and disappeared into the ethereal plane, corrupting her soul.

'Dammit!'

It was happening much faster than she expected.

The Plague Lord certainly understood what Damien was doing on the surface. Since he would be at a disadvantage once his abscesses were removed, he must've put far more power into the mana he used to attack her.

If he could kill her, he could kill Damien!

Otherwise, he would lose!

This was the situation they'd come to.

'I have at most five minutes remaining.'