Chapter 307 - Curse Battle
After the gust of wind emerged, the Gold Crow flame cloak instantly released a faint layer of red light. The Gold Crow flame contained pure and staunch sun power, which had the ability to naturally restrain all kinds of evil powers. That is why that chilling gust of wind had immediately been evaporated by the fierce and pure power of Ji Hao’s cloak, before it even could flow near Ji Hao.
As always, Feng Xing had instantly rushed away and hidden himself in the woods, several miles away from the island. He was gripping his longbow while tens of arrows were stuck in a line on the ground. Yu Mu clapped his hand, followed by which large clouds of green watery mist rose into the air, wrapping his whole body up. When the evil chilly wind flew by him, it only was capable of stirring a few ripples on the surface of the green watery mist.
Before Man Man and Shaosi were able to act, Yu Yu rubbed his hands together and made a few fiery purple light spots appear. The spots dropped on the ground and effortlessly burned a circle with a radius of a few zhang on the ground, while making sizzling noises.
Yu Yu grabbed a water ladle that was made from half of a split calabash, spooned out a ladleful of wine from one of the vats brought back by Feng Xing, then poured it into his mouth. After that, he smilingly waved his hands towards Ji Hao and the others and said, “Interesting, come into this circle, over here, grab a seat and enjoy a great show!”
A few streams of gentle yet great power approached Ji Hao and his teammates along with Yu Yu’s voice. Except Feng Xing, who had darted away long ago, Ji Hao, Man Man, Shaosi and Yu Mu were all dragged into that circle by those gentle streams of power. The evil gust of wind swirled and tried to approach that circle, but right the following moment, thin yet thick purple lightning bolts shattered that gust of wind into wisps of airwaves.
The wisps of shattered air merged back into the gust of wind and moved slowly towards the altar that Taisi had built for using the Nailhead Seven Arrow curse.
Taisi was standing in front of the altar. His eyes had turned into that creepy and weird pure black again, and deep inside his pupils, dim, black lights were rotating slowly. That evil gust of wind split up into tens of smaller gusts and slowly wriggled towards Taisi.
Creepy noises that sounded like countless ghosts and evil spirits were swiftly sneaking around, came from the bulrush woods surrounding the small island. Grey, thin and spider-like fog rose slowly from the ground, creating a putrescent vibe. With a puff they were spread across the whole small island.
Tens of evil gusts of wind swished around Taisi, however, Taisi had just merged with the Yin mirror, which meant that the sense of his powers and all of his vital signs were perfectly hidden. No matter how hard these evil wind gusts tried or how many times it swept across his long shirt, it still was unable to touch Taisi’s body.
On the altar, that straw doll, which was surrounded by book pages of the Nailhead Seven Arrow Book, began shaking slightly. Abruptly, two green light spots lit up inside the straw doll’s empty eye sockets. This was a sign that someone had perceived the delicate connection between Ju Xiu and this straw doll and after spending tremendous amount of efforts had finally managed to look into Taisi’s side through the eyes of the straw doll.
The pair of green light spots rotated slightly as if the straw doll was observing its surroundings. A black curtain that was transformed from the power of the Nailhead Seven Arrow Book and had enveloped the straw doll the whole time, suddenly appeared and fluttered in the air. Right after that, a long, ear-piercing squeal came from the straw doll, while the pair of green light spots immediately exploded and dissipated in the air.
Within Ju Xiu’s room, a curse caster who had human fist-sized eyes and was dancing around the altar and waving his hands insanely, howled out suddenly. Right the following moment, his huge eyeballs exploded, causing sticky black blood to splatter everywhere. Then he seemingly lost control over his body and floated in the air; it seemed as if a giant had grabbed him and was holding him up in the air. Although he was wearing tens of bone and jade talismans and many other types of protective magic tools around his neck – all of which were emitting dazzlingly bright light now and then – none were able to save the life of their owner. His body started to twist in a strange manner, like a tiny ant being squeezed by a giant, and loud bone cracking noises came continuously from inside his body.
After the span of a few breaths, this curse enchanter was torn into pieces and fell back onto the ground. Followed by a loud thud, the broken body of this poor curse caster smashed against the ground and instantly turned into puffs of smoke, dissipating in the air. Strangely, all of his life-force, blood, even body fluid had been drained. He was now looking like a dry dead body, like the ones found in a desert; not even a single drop of liquid was left inside his body.
Two curse casters of the Xiu Clan walked quickly towards him and took out a few odd-shaped tolls and ran a brief check on that dead body. A trace of shock simultaneously flashed across all five eyeballs of one of the Xiu Clan curse casters. He then said in a low voice, “His soul was devoured without leaving even a trace. Such a fierce curse…Can it be…can it be those old bastards of the Candle Dragon Clan from the Magi Palace?”
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