Chapter 942 - Chapter 942: Does it hurt?(l) (1/2)
Chapter 942: Does it hurt?(l)
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“Kacha!”
The sound of bones being crushed came from ILB’s neck. In that instant, ILB broke his own finger, turning it into a twisted, Scarlet rune mixed with blood.
One by one, twisted, Scarlet runes covered Wei Yuan and seeped into his body.
This wasn’t a physical attack. A warrior’s skin and bones couldn’t block it. This was a wizard’s curse.
There were two forms of killing curses. The first was to obtain the target’s blood, hair, or even clothes and items, and use them as a medium to launch the Killing Curse.
When one reached the third stage realm, they could cast curses from a distance without any medium, but the effect would be greatly reduced.
The other form was to use one’s own flesh and blood as the price to curse the target.
The premise of this form was that the enemy had caused damage to you.
The blood-colored talisman corroded Wei Yuan’s primordial spirit, wearing down his qi and blood, causing him to stagnate for a short while. However, in the next second, all the negative states were destroyed by the martial artist’s powerful Qi.
However, this one second was enough for yelb.
He crushed a compass magic artifact and his figure suddenly disappeared. He reappeared in the air thousands of feet away and summoned the shadow of a bird. Its sharp claws grabbed his shoulders and quickly fled in the direction of Mount Jing.
The injured yelbu chose to summon the soul of a bird-type demonic beast to help him escape.
Bursts of blood-red light rose from yelbu’s body, healing injuries that could be considered fatal to low-ranked cultivators.
A rank-9 blood Spirit’s ability to stimulate vitality would have a qualitative leap at high ranks. It was not much worse than a martial artist’s limb regeneration. The only difference was that the former consumed more spiritual power.
On the other hand, martial artists didn’t need to pay too much of a price to regrow their limbs, because this was the ” innate talent ” of martial artists with undying bodies.
It was not easy to kill a rank-3 expert. No matter what system, a rank-3 expert had already transcended mortals.
The troops of the witchcraft cult and the DA Feng Army on the ships were dumbfounded.
Zhang Kaitai and Jin Gong were in tears. Other than a few of his trusted subordinates, most of them didn’t know how powerful Wei Yuan was. He was the one who had planned and led the Buddhist experts in the secret battles against the top experts of the demon barbarian tribe, the Gu clan, and the witch God sect.
In a direct confrontation on the battlefield, he was well-prepared and almost never made a move.
After the Battle of Shanhai Pass, Wei Yuan destroyed his own cultivation for some reason. Like a tiger that cut off his own claws and teeth, he was willing to live in the Imperial court as a mortal.
No one remembered the glory of this peak warrior.
Twenty-one years later, he finally revealed his invincible edge again.
The soldiers who didn’t know the truth only felt that their past understanding had been subverted. At first, they were in disbelief, and then they were filled with ecstasy like the tide under their feet. This was the great honor of the military God.
This is our great God of War.
Since they had fought their way to the witchcraft cult’s headquarters, it was impossible for it to be a child’s play.
Compared to the cheers and encouragements of the DA Feng soldiers, the shamans and the vagrants of the pugilistic world in the witchcraft cult’s camp felt their scalps go numb.