No one can harm Lu Li.
Anna looked indifferently at the figure lunging towards her, as if space had solidified, pinning the contour in midair, motionless.
The structure of that outline seemed like the most disgusting shape deep within the human heart, flesh tumors of various sizes grew on the figure's body, denser and larger than grapes, some of which had burst due to the pressure of the clothing, with more dense tumors growing within the exposed rotten flesh.
These tumors grew, expanded, burst, and grew again at a speed visible to the naked eye, transforming into pustules and deformities.
A flicker of disgust crossed the bottom of her eyes. Anna's naturally hanging slender and fair hand gradually clenched, and the infected's limbs, fixed in the air, began to curl, outlining an invisible circular barrier.
The infected began to be compressed into the shape of the barrier, with flesh and blood splattering from the pustules and tumors, obscuring the view inside the barrier.
