"What's wrong, Xiaobai?"
Lin Chen asked Xiaobai as he crouched down, unconsciously rubbing Xiaobai's forehead.
But the moment he stretched out his hand, he couldn't help freezing for a second.
The palm that had been pressed on Xiaobai's head snapped back; he turned his hand over, then carefully examined it.
Lin Chen's palm now looked as if it were made from night itself—under the bright moonlight, not a trace of skin color could be seen, only endless pitch black.
How could a sight like this not leave Lin Chen stunned!
He hurriedly stood up, and wherever his gaze reached, he looked himself over from head to toe.
But on Lin Chen's body now, where was there even the slightest bit of skin left? It was completely shrouded in black, and even his Spiritual Energy had turned utterly black!
"What the hell!"
