Chapter 92 - Chapter 92: 69. Black curved hook_2 (1/2)

Chapter 92: 69. Black curved hook_2

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But if the black blood droplets had no deconstruction value, it would mean that Noland Lee had made a wasted trip and would be delayed by a few hours.

Noland Lee weighed his options and decided to go check on the situation of the black blood droplets first.

After waiting for the gale to subside, he crawled out of the crevice between the stones, floated up to a height of ten meters, and discerned the exact landing spot of the black blood droplets.

The good news was that the black blood droplets seemed to be highly corrosive.

Upon landing, they reacted violently with the plants on the ground, sending up black smoke pillars that marked the direction for Noland Lee.

Noland Lee didn’t hesitate, flying directly towards the nearest black blood droplet.

The mountain range covered with forest was lush with greenery and fallen leaves.

The refreshing air often mixed with the musty smell emitted by rotting leaves.

Noland Lee had already become accustomed to this scent.

However, as he flew towards the black blood droplets, a stench distinct from that of decomposing leaves entered his “nostrils” along with the gentle breeze between the trees.

Noland Lee couldn’t help but slow down and be on alert.

At this moment, the system sends a message:

[Caution! You have been affected by an unknown influence and have acquired a negative effect with an unknown name.]

To be safe, it’s better to find out about the negative effect before proceeding and not be too stingy with energy points.

Noland Lee used his thoughts to select the “negative effect with an unknown name” and silently recited deconstruction.

[System Message: You are about to cast Deconstruction on the “negative effect with an unknown name”.]

[It is estimated that 3 energy points will be consumed, and the degree of deconstruction will reach 100%.]

[Do you confirm the deconstruction?]

Noland Lee silently recited in his heart:

“Confirm the deconstruction.”

A brief sense of trance flashed through his mind, and the system message came again:

[Deconstruction Success!] [You have gained the panel information of this negative effect:]

[Name] Soul Corruption [Level] Level 1

[Type] Death-type Magic Effect

[Effect]

When affected by this effect, your “Spirit” attribute value decreases temporarily by 1 point every minute.

When the “Spirit” attribute value drops to zero, 0.1 points of Soul Strength will be lost every minute.

[Explanation]

Your “Spirit” is 15 points, and Soul Strength is 1.2.

If Soul Strength falls below 1 point, you will lose skills, knowledge, or memories at random. The lower the Soul Strength, the more serious the consequences.

Theoretically, you can stay in the “Soul Corruption” for up to 26 minutes.

The “Soul Shield” can effectively suppress “Soul Corruption”. After activating the “Soul Shield”, you will be temporarily immune to the effects of “Soul Corruption”.

After leaving the range of “Soul Corruption”, the temporarily reduced “Spirit” will recover.

After leaving the Twilight Dream, your lost Soul Strength will recover, but the skills, memories, and knowledge lost due to Soul Strength falling below 1 point will not be restored.

Noland Lee looked up and scanned the dim bloodstains on the shadowy figure.

“It seems that there are many of these negative magic effect-causing filthy blood on the shadowy figure. I need to be more careful. By the way, the hook that penetrated the shadow’s skull, could it be a death-type magical creation?”

Noland Lee thought while quickly flying towards the root of the black smoke pillar.

In no time, he saw the black filthy blood.

A large area of the forest had withered because of the filthy blood.

The leaves were scorched yellow, decomposing into waste, and the trees were withered and decaying. A strong smell of rot filled the air.

As the cause of all this, the filthy blood originally the size of an adult man had now turned into a small pool one meter square.

The pool of filthy blood was as black as ink, viscous in texture, with numerous tiny bubbles surfacing on it.

As the bubbles burst, strands of greenish-yellow smoke were emitted into the air, tainting the purity and tranquility of these woods.

“Greenish-yellow smoke…”

Noland Lee’s gaze deepened.

He thought of the poisonous mist in Grave No.1079.