Seeing this, the expressions of all the surrounding Witch Race People changed drastically!
"Ah Yi! What's happening to Ah Yi!"
"Ah Yi, hang in there!"
"What's going on? Why is the Curse Power getting more active!"
The woman holding Ah Yi cried out in anguish.
Nearby, Gong Xuan saw this and couldn't help but sneer:
"Some 'Saint Mosquito'? This thing dares claim it can remove the Curse Power from our Witch Race?"
"If you ask me, it's not saving her, it's harming her!"
"Not only did it fail to remove the Curse Power, it made the outbreak even worse!"
"Ah Yi might have survived, but now this thing is going to kill her!"
"Holy Daughter, is this what you were talking about…"
Gong Xuan chattered on endlessly… then, his voice suddenly stopped.
Because Ah Yi, who had just been groaning in pain, had suddenly calmed down.
And most importantly, the curse scars that had covered her entire face began to slowly recede, retreating below her neck.
