The Curse King had definitely seen better days. Right now, he was the definition of thoroughly routed. Tattered inky robes flapped in the wind, exposing large swathes of skin so pale they were almost translucent. Long locks that’d once gracefully cascaded down his back like a waterfall now resembled a bird’s nest.

“What are you looking at? I’ll dig out your eyeballs if you keep staring at me like that!” The Curse King glared viciously when he noticed that Haidong Lin’s eyes were set on him. The Curse King’s aura was muddled—he’d plainly experienced a daunting battle and barely escaped by the skin of his teeth.

“What did you run into?” Lu Yun jumped with shock when he saw the state that his enemy was in.

“What else could I have run into? A zombie formation by Corpse Refiner trash!” the Curse King forced out through grit teeth. “Lu Yun, the Corpse Refiners are very dangerous. I highly recommend that you dig them up by the roots and burn them all! Do you really...