Chapter 77: Stability

Tang Yun looked at Lin Xiyue's concerned eyes, feeling a little more stable in his heart, but he still couldn't let go: "But... my blood... is black..."

He extended his fingertip tremblingly, handing that drop of black blood to Lin Xiyue.

Lin Xiyue was stunned. She looked at that drop of strange black blood on Tang Yun's fingertip, and for a time didn't know how to react. This... what the hell was going on?

The ward fell into a deathly silence, with only Tang Yun's heavy breathing and Lin Xiyue's rapid heartbeat.

Suddenly, the black blood on Tang Yun's fingertip began to squirm, like a living insect, slowly... crawling onto Lin Xiyue's finger...

Lin Xiyue shrank her hand back abruptly, looking at that drop of black blood in terror. It was like a drop of ink, staining her fair skin and forming a strange black pattern.

"Ah!" Lin Xiyue screamed, wiping her finger desperately, but couldn't wipe it off no matter what.

Tang Yun looked at this scene blankly, his eyes even more hollow, as if his soul had been extracted. He muttered to himself: "I... I really became a monster..."

Lin Xiyue looked at Tang Yun's desperate appearance, feeling a pang of pain in her heart. She endured the fear in her heart, hugged Tang Yun, and said softly: "Tang Yun, don't be afraid, no matter what happens, I will be with you."

Tang Yun didn't speak, just hugged Lin Xiyue tightly, his body trembling slightly. He felt like a drowning person, grabbing a life-saving straw, but powerlessly being rolled into a deeper vortex.

At this moment, the door of the ward was pushed open again, and the Holy Son walked in with a pale face, his gene chain flashing with unstable light, like a circuit board ready to collapse at any moment.

"Xiyue! Quick... quick, leave him!" The Holy Son shouted weakly, "His blood... has... has something strange!"

Lin Xiyue looked up, looking at the Holy Son's terrified expression, feeling even more uneasy. She hugged Tang Yun tightly, her eyes firm as she said: "No! I won't leave him! No matter what he becomes, I will be with him!"

The Holy Son stumbled to Lin Xiyue, grabbed her shoulders, and said urgently: "Xiyue, listen to me! His blood... has already been eroded by darkness! If you get close to him again... you will be contaminated!"

Lin Xiyue looked at the Holy Son's anxious eyes, her heart filled with doubt and fear.

She didn't understand how Tang Yun's blood could be eroded by darkness; what the hell was going on?

She looked down at Tang Yun; Tang Yun's face was becoming increasingly pale, his lips had also turned a strange black, and his eyes were hollow, as if he had lost all vitality.

Lin Xiyue felt her fingers beginning to go numb, and the black pattern spread upward along her blood vessels, like black poisonous snakes, wandering in her body.

"Xiyue! Let go of him!" The Holy Son shouted again, "You... you will also become a monster!"

Lin Xiyue looked at the Holy Son's terrified eyes, then looked at Tang Yun's lifeless face, her heart filled with despair.

She knew that what the Holy Son said was right; she couldn't get close to Tang Yun anymore, otherwise she would also be contaminated.

But could she really let go of Tang Yun?

She took a deep breath, endured the pain in her heart, and slowly let go of the hand that was hugging Tang Yun.

Tang Yun's body fell powerlessly onto the bed, his eyes hollowly staring at the ceiling, like a shell without a soul.

Lin Xiyue looked at Tang Yun's appearance, tears streaming down uncontrollably. She covered her mouth and turned to run out of the ward.

The Holy Son looked at Lin Xiyue's departing back, sighed, walked to Tang Yun's side, and reached out to check his pulse.

"Pulse... disappeared..." The Holy Son muttered to himself, "He has... died..."

Suddenly, Tang Yun's eyelids jumped slightly, and a strange smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

His body... began to change...

Tang Yun's skin began to crack, like a piece of cracked land, and black blood seeped from the cracks, emitting a nauseating fishy smell.

His bones made clicking sounds, as if something was about to break out of his body.

The Holy Son looked at this scene in terror, retreating again and again, and fell to the ground. He pointed at Tang Yun tremblingly, incoherently saying: "This... this... this is what kind of monster..."

Tang Yun's body expanded rapidly, his clothes were torn, revealing the twisted muscles and bones inside.

Black scales grew on his face, his eyes turned blood red, and sharp fangs extended from his mouth, like a ferocious beast.

"Roar—" Tang Yun let out a deafening roar, the glass in the ward shattered instantly, and the chandelier on the ceiling shook violently.

The Holy Son was scared out of his wits, crawling and rolling out of the ward.

Outside the ward, Lin Xiyue was covering her mouth, tearful. She heard Tang Yun's roar, her heart filled with fear and worry.

"Tang Yun..." Lin Xiyue muttered to herself, wanting to rush into the ward, but not daring to.

At this moment, loud noises came from the ward, as if something was destroying everything crazily.

Lin Xiyue couldn't take it anymore, she pushed open the door of the ward and rushed in.

The ward was a mess, the bed was overturned, the walls were covered in cracks, and there were broken glass and metal fragments everywhere.

Tang Yun stood in the center of the room, his body still expanding, having become a giant three meters tall. His body was covered in black scales, his eyes were like two red lanterns, and he kept spitting black flames from his mouth.

Lin Xiyue looked at Tang Yun's appearance, scared to the point of sitting on the ground, trembling all over.

"Tang Yun... you... are you really you..." Lin Xiyue asked tremblingly.

Tang Yun didn't answer, he turned his head slowly, his blood-red eyes staring at Lin Xiyue, a cruel smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

He reached out abruptly, grabbed Lin Xiyue, and lifted her into mid-air.

"Let... let me go..." Lin Xiyue shouted in terror, struggling desperately.

Tang Yun ignored Lin Xiyue's struggle, he lifted Lin Xiyue in front of him, opened his bloody mouth, and revealed his sharp fangs.

"No... don't..." Lin Xiyue closed her eyes in despair.

Just at this moment, a flash of white light passed, and Tang Yun's body suddenly froze.

A figure appeared in front of Tang Yun, holding a long sword flashing with white light.

"Stop!" The newcomer was the Holy Son.

The Holy Son waved the long sword and slashed fiercely at Tang Yun.

"Clang—" With a loud bang, the long sword slashed onto Tang Yun's body, but only left a shallow mark.

"What?!" The Holy Son exclaimed, looking at Tang Yun in disbelief.

Tang Yun let out an angry roar, threw Lin Xiyue away, and then pounced on the Holy Son fiercely.

The Holy Son dodged hurriedly, Tang Yun's giant claws grazing his body, tearing a massive hole in the wall.

The Holy Son stabilized his figure and waved the long sword again, slashing toward Tang Yun's head.

"Go to hell!" The Holy Son roared. ===== CHAPTER 78 =====