"What's wrong?" Chen Ying asked.

"I can't quite put my finger on it."

Chubby Jun hesitated, "There's a force on him, especially on the arm that was bitten, that doesn't seem to belong to him. It's repelling and neutralizing my healing."

Scratching his head, Chubby Jun added, "How should I put it? My healing feels like punching into cotton. Something is definitely off."