Chapter 67: Reencounter with the Power of Curse

On the battlefield, following Yasuo's sacrifice,

it was like a bucket of boiling fuel poured onto the long-suppressed anger in everyone's hearts.

"Kill!"

"Slaughter these beasts!"

They no longer fought individually, but spontaneously gathered together to form a torrent of steel, charging fearlessly into the endless beast tide.

High above in the sky,

Li Qiu witnessed the entire process of Yasuo being torn apart with his own eyes.

His face, which always wore a hint of cynicism, was expressionless at this moment.

He abruptly raised his hand and slapped the head of the Silver Dragon beneath him viciously.

"Dabao!"

His voice was icy, devoid of a shred of warmth.

"Did you hear that!"

"Knock it down for me! Just that crappy bird!"

"Killing a bird takes this much effort! Did I feed you so many Advanced magical crystals for nothing normally?!"

"Roar—!"

The Silver Dragon called Dabao seemed to sense its master's monstrous anger suppressed beneath his calmness.

It let out a high-pitched dragon roar filled with grievance and anger, its massive body blazing with light.

It no longer tangled with the Sky Storm Falcon, but abruptly surged upward, flapped its wings, and turned into a silver flash, launching a death-defying dive toward the opponent below.

On the battlefield below,

the moment the Earth Vein Saprophytic King fell, Zhou Huai had already switched his consciousness back to Gandalf.

At this moment, under the desperate protection of dozens of Professionals, he became the most dazzling existence on the battlefield.

And the nightmare of all exotic beasts.

"[Forbidden Spell: Meteor Fire Rain]!"

"[Forbidden Spell: Thousand Mile Ice Seal]!"

Like an indefatigable war machine, he calmly chanted earth-shattering forbidden spells one after another.

The entire flank of the beast tide was completely transformed into a forbidden zone of life.

At times burned to ashes by dark green flames, and at times frozen into dust by extreme ice.

Hum—! Hum—!

Upon the city walls, the core magical crystals of each Magical Cannon were rapidly replaced.

Accompanied by the blinding energy light lighting up once more, dozens of destructive beams tore through the sky, fiercely slamming into the beast tide.

The situation began to completely tilt toward the human side.

"Roar!"

"Awooo!"

The two Level 40 Bosses previously tightly entangled by Hei Ming and Peng Cang finally shook off the entanglement at this moment, returning to the battlefield with full of fury.

However, what greeted them were dozens of Professionals with high Battle Intent, as well as magic and arrow rains flying all over the sky.

They couldn't even stir up the slightest ripple before being completely submerged by endless attacks.

On top of the city wall,

Hei Ming and Peng Cang dragged their blood-drenched bodies before Chairman Sun.

The two knelt on one knee, their armor covered in ferocious wounds that went deep to the bone, yet their postures remained upright.

"Chairman, mission accomplished!"

Chairman Sun nodded, a trace of imperceptible gentleness revealing itself in his gaze.

"You've worked hard."

"Go down and let the healers treat your wounds."

"Yes!"

The two said no more, supporting each other as they retreated.

Just as they left, a flurry of messy footsteps came from behind.

Zhou Feng led a group of experts from the Radiant Alliance, finally arriving belatedly.

His face was piled with a hypocritical smile as he strode up to Zhang Chiming, putting on a very embarrassed expression.

"Oh my, Commander Zhang, sorry for coming late."

"We really had some urgent matters delayed on the way, as soon as we finished handling it, we hurried right over."

"How is the situation now? Whatever you need us to do, just give the order! We of the Radiant Alliance will not shrink from anything!"

Zhang Chiming turned his head, looking at him with full disdain, his gaze as icy as if he wanted to kill.

"Zhou Feng."

"What scheme your Zhou Family is playing, I know it crystal clear in my heart."

"I will report today's account, detail by detail, to the City Lord's Mansion!"

The smile on Zhou Feng's face stiffened for a moment, but quickly returned to normal.

Now that the Zhou Family had hitched themselves to the big tree of the Liu Family of the Imperial Capital, they truly didn't take a City Guard commander of Donghai City seriously.

Yet on the surface, he was still very polite, waving his hands repeatedly.

"Commander Zhang exaggerates, this is all a misunderstanding, truly a misunderstanding."

"We really had extremely urgent matters delayed, please do not take offense, Commander."

Having said that, he no longer paid attention to Zhang Chiming's stinking face, and began putting on a show of directing the members of the Radiant Alliance to join the battle below.

Right at this moment,

a figure yawning, lazily strolled in front of Chairman Sun.

The newcomer was around thirty years old, with a face full of stubble, hair messy like a bird's nest, and a faint smell of alcohol lingering on his body.

He wore a lazy expression, as if the bloody battle before him was merely a boring drama.

"Chairman."

He spoke lazily.

"I heard you were looking for me?"

Chairman Sun glanced at him, his tone revealing neither joy nor anger.

"Luo Ming, why are you so late?"

Luo Ming chuckled and scratched his head.

"Didn't I drink too much, just woke up."

Chairman Sun's voice turned a few degrees colder.

"Didn't I say that recently the surroundings of Donghai City are unstable, all guild members are forbidden from drinking alcohol!"

A trace of impatience flashed across Luo Ming's face as he waved his hand.

"Alright, alright, that's enough."

"Didn't I come."

"Speak, what do you want me to do? If there's nothing major, I'll go back to catch up on sleep."

Chairman Sun sighed inwardly, but didn't say anything more.

"Coordinate with Li Qiu and go resolve those few Bosses."

"End this battle as soon as possible."

"Got it!"

Luo Ming acknowledged and stretched lazily.

The next second, he actually leaped straight down from the city wall dozens of meters high.

Then his body defied common sense by hovering mid-air, his gray robe snapping in the wind.

He could actually fly out of thin air!

He arrived beside Li Qiu's Silver Dragon in the first instance, a cheerful smile hanging on his face.

"Yo, isn't this our great Genius Li Qiu."

"What's going on, haven't seen you in a few days, why have you gotten so weak?"

"You can't even clean up a crappy bird, and you still need me to clean up your mess?"

Li Qiu, who was furiously attacking, glared at him irritably.

"Cut the crap!"

"Attack together, slaughter it!"

Luo Ming leisurely pulled out a staff made of unknown withered bones from his bosom, and began muttering incantations in his mouth.

Accompanied by his weird chanting, countless fist-sized skull heads, as pitch-black as ink and seemingly capable of swallowing light, emerged out of thin air around his body.

These skulls let out silent shrieks, turning into streaks of black light flying toward the distant Sky Storm Falcon.

They easily penetrated the violent airflow surrounding the wind falcon, quickly submerging into its massive body.

The Sky Storm Falcon, which was tangling with the Silver Dragon, suddenly paused its figure.

The fierce and violent Aura on its body began to wither at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It even staggered, almost falling directly from the sky.

If anyone were to use investigative skills on it at this moment, they would find that this overbearing calamity-grade Boss was densely hung with an entire row of negative status effects.

[Weakness]: Attack power reduced by 30%!

[Armor Break]: Physical and magical resistance reduced by 30%!

[Sluggishness]: Movement speed and attack speed reduced by 20%!

[Heal Ban]: All healing effects received reduced by 90%!

…

On the battlefield below, Gandalf, who was releasing a forbidden spell, suddenly froze in his movements.

Zhou Huai's consciousness felt a fluctuation of power that was incomparably familiar yet filled him with bone-deep hatred.

He abruptly raised his head, looking toward high up in the sky.

His gaze pierced through the chaotic battlefield, crossed the Sky Storm Falcon being wildly ravaged by the Silver Dragon, and finally locked firmly onto that lazy-looking gray-robed man holding a bone staff.

Zhou Huai's pupils suddenly constricted to the size of needle tips.

His lips trembled slightly, somewhat in disbelief.

"This… This is…"

"The Power of Curse?"