The sound of the dao curse became streams of black mist that emerged from the mouths of the bald statues, then intertwined in midair to form a black talisman. The talisman was long and thin, and as the rain hit it, black ink dripped off it, pulsing with a sinister, corrosive energy. Then it accelerated toward Xu Qing to seal him.3

In that moment of crisis, Xu Qing’s eyes turned pitch-black as taboo poison converged there. Whatever he looked at would be cursed, and right now, he was looking at that black talisman.1

After one breath of time had passed, the magical talisman vibrated, then began to fade. As poison filled it, mysterious light erupted from the talisman as it tried to fight back. After two breaths of time had passed, the poison built in intensity, releasing a poison gas that became a host of blurry ghost faces, howling in anguish. After three breaths of time had passed, the talisman began to crumble and decay. It hadn’t even reached a position nine meters away from Xu Qing.4

Next, poison erupted from within Xu Qing. It didn’t just come from his eyes. It swept out in all directions like a tempest, enveloping the talisman.2

Intense rumbling...2