My Cell Prison

Intense Plague Energy ejected from the palm, the ‘Meat Grinder Mouth’ clashing head-on with the opponent.

If a normal person were to be engulfed within this Plague Energy blast, their body would disintegrate into a mere pool of bacteria-infested fluid and skeletal remains within a short period.

But… something illogical happened.

Ivanoff turned his body sideways.

He used his muscular back to block the Plague Energy blast.

His outer clothes were immediately corroded and fragmented upon contact with the plague.

However, the plague failed to inflict deep wounds on Ivanoff’s body… only causing some superficial skin damage.

He wholly ignored the plague.

Despite the energy blast, he grabbed Han Dong’s plague-spewing right hand!

“Finally got you!” Ivanoff showed a noticeably pleased expression.

He immediately applied a combat technique.

Even though Han Dong’s G Arm wasn’t weak.

Technically applied force instantly snapped all his fingers, fractured his wrist, causing the elbow to be completely dislocated.

He thought the battle was over then.

But the events that followed were rather odd, as if time had come to a standstill.

The palms of the two, still clutching each other, had yet to separate… Logically, Ivanoff should be continuing to disable Han Dong’s other limbs.

Not long after.

A series of dark veins crept up Ivanoff’s arm, swiftly reaching his head.

“Pollution Invasion.”

The palm-to-palm encounter.

The close-range tentacle attack was deployed, undetected…

But Han Dong felt rather uneasy inside. He was forced to bring out his killing maneuver right at the start.

This Fate event was somewhat too harsh on him.

Pollution Invasion, Ivanoff’s mind was eroded by severe illusions of madness. A pale-yellow fluid ceaselessly flowed from his nostrils and ears, and a pattern with dots appeared in various regions of his body.

However…

Ivanoff’s other hand could still form an unstable fist. His instincts compelled him to continue attacking.

“His fighting will is just too strong… The difficulty level is way too high!”

Disengage Fusion.

As Han Dong was about to use the Plague Dagger in his left hand to end this battle in one swift strike…

A voice came from the side of his face.

“Give…Give it to me!”

The Geisha’s head growing on his shoulder had already spat out a long, grey, water-formed tongue.

The tongue drilled into Ivanoff’s mouth.

It constantly injected a strange rainwater into his body… As the rainwater was infused, a thread of white, vital energy was sucked into the tongue.

Vital Energy Drain, Intracranial Pollution.

Ivanoff slumped to the ground, even if his robust body could barely keep him alive, he would be left in a vegetative state, his consciousness forever trapped in the “Mad Border”.

The Geisha’s head seemed incredibly excited.

“Wow… what is this taste!?

Quick! Quick! Give me two more of such humans… I might consider sparing your life.”

Han Dong promptly responded: “I’ll try to get three… At the same time, how about giving me a piece of information?”