The moment the door was yanked open, a mass of contorted flesh that resembled tumors whooshed in. They harbored a profound grudge toward the door, almost equal to that of the Western Vampire who had nearly perished next door.
In an instant, all the tumors from the adjacent workshop surged into this one, making the space immediately cramped.
Mr. Su Bai was nearly squashed against the wall of the carriage. Surrounded, faces crowded everywhere, he instinctively unleashed his power, but it seemed to have no effect on them. Their bodies were neither human nor soul, but something else. His attacks hit them like blowing air into balloons, only making them swell larger than before. With so many of them absorbing his strikes, his attacks turned into what they considered mere "itching."
