Chapter 562: Cursed Power

Seeing the group of Fomen disciples before them, the Witch Tribe members were somewhat dazed.

Because they never left the rainforest year-round, they naturally had no contact with the Fomen.

In the past, those clueless intruders who barged into the Witch Tribe only needed to pluck a hair—it was that simple.

But now, facing a group of monks and seeing their shiny bald heads, the Witch Tribe instantly lost their temper.

How could these people have no hair?

The Fomen, meanwhile, found it strange that the Witch Tribe's combat strength was weak—even very weak.

At the same realm, they were no match for Fomen disciples; the main reason was that they seemed not to know any techniques or body methods.

Indeed, the Witch Tribe never cultivated techniques or body methods; they had their own unique Xiūliàn system, completely different from the outside world.

"Are these guys brainless? They dare to cause trouble with just this much strength?"

"Never mind that, let's kill them first and talk later."

"Nonsense, we call this salvation."

"Exactly, Exactly, this poor monk will save them."

Truly absurd, with such paltry strength they dare to provoke us; the Fomen disciples were instantly gloomy.

Or are these Dongzhou people just looking to bully the Fomen?

But regardless of the reason, the fight happened, so we'll just save them.

In a short time, the Witch Tribe suffered heavy casualties, yet in the battle they finally discovered an opportunity.

"Big Brother, look quickly."

"What?"

"Hair."

"Huh???"

One Witch Tribe member, following the direction pointed out by his disciple, finally saw a small tuft of hair under the armpits of those Fomen disciples.

Instantly, his eyes lit up.

These despicable humans are not weak in strength; in a head‑on clash the Witch Tribe cannot win, only through Cursed Power do they have a chance.

Now they finally found a medium; immediately this Witch Tribe member babbled a bunch—of course the Fomen disciples opposite couldn't understand.

"What the hell bird language is that? Die!"

Not understanding, they simply didn't bother and launched a direct attack at the pair of Witch Tribe brothers.

What the Fomen disciple didn't expect was that, facing his attack, the Witch Tribe brothers had no intention of dodging.

One held him in check while the other seized the chance to grab his armpit.

Huh???

He only felt a slight pain, then the Fomen disciple turned his head in puzzlement toward the Witch Tribe beside him.

What the hell is this guy doing? Fighting? Why are you pulling my armpit hair?

Bizarre—are all the people from Dongzhou sick?

The Dao Yi Sect folks love to sneak‑attack first, then resort to underhanded moves, completely distorting the Fomen Dragon Claw Hand.

Now these barbarians are even more outrageous, actually pulling armpit hair.

Moreover, seeing this Witch Tribe member successfully pluck a few of his armpit hairs, he looked excited, as if he had won.

Such incidents were not isolated; facing this group of bald‑headed Fomen disciples, the Witch Tribe could only aim for their armpit hair.

In a short time, many Fomen disciples, even the Elders, had their armpit hair pulled.

"Are these guys sick?"

"Or do they think pulling out armpit hair counts as victory?"

"Impossible."

"How could it be impossible? Look, they're retreating."

"Huh???"

Watching the Witch Tribe retreat on their own, the Fomen disciples were utterly gloomy.

"What the hell kind of rule is this—pulling armpit hair counts as winning? That's a bit outrageous."

But after the barbarians withdrew, the Fomen disciples didn't pursue; they needed rest and recovery.

Moreover, a bunch of bewildering barbarians are not the Fomen's target; if they didn't provoke first, the Fomen would rather ignore them.

But after a major battle, the Fomen dare not let their guard down.

The Saints arranged for disciples to take turns standing guard, while the others rested and recuperated as soon as possible.

At the same time they sent people outside the rainforest to observe the Dao Yi Sect's situation, to confirm that the Sect had not left but also had no intention of pursuing; the group of Fomen Saints grew suspicious, wondering what the Dao Yi Sect was up to.

But since the Dao Yi Sect didn't pursue, they also took the chance to tighten their adjustments.

In the future they will inevitably have to fight the Dao Yi Sect fiercely, awaiting reinforcements from the West Continent.

Each Fomen disciple crowded onto the remaining star‑ship, sitting cross‑legged to recuperate with all their might, striving to heal their wounds in the shortest time.

As for the Witch Tribe that had just retreated voluntarily, none of the disciples gave it a thought.

However, they didn't realize that what came next was the truly terrifying aspect of the Witch Tribe.

After distancing themselves from the battlefield, each Witch Tribe member knelt on the ground, holding a Fomen disciple's armpit hair in their palms.

They muttered unintelligibly under their breath; regardless, it was probably the Witch Tribe's unique incantation.

As for the Witch Tribe's Cursed Power, the major sects of Dongzhou have also studied it, but without exception they all failed.

Even if someone specially studied the Witch Tribe's language and managed to obtain their incantation by any means, they still could not successfully cast the curse.

In the end, the major sects of Dongzhou reached a conclusion: the Witch Tribe's Cursed Power is innate.

Without Witch Tribe bloodline, it is impossible to acquire it through later study.

This is somewhat like the Demon Race's bloodline divine ability.

It exists innately; later Xiūliàn can only be said to strengthen the divine ability's power, but it's impossible to say that one can cultivate a new bloodline divine ability out of thin air.

A Shaman Tribe member is scattered in the rainforest, and as they chant the incantation from their mouths, the hair in their hands also miraculously slowly disappears.

At the same time, these Shaman Tribe members have a mysterious black qi slowly spreading around their bodies, making the whole scene feel extraordinarily eerie and gloomy.

On the Fomen side, disciples have already begun to feel that something is wrong.

Originally sitting in meditation properly, but suddenly a disciple began to cough violently.

The coughing sound of "cough cough cough" continued without cease, and the Shī xiōng nearby asked with concern.

"What's wrong, junior brother? Are you okay?"

"Shī xiōng, cough cough, I don't know, cough cough, what's wrong, suddenly I feel my lungs are scorching hot and unbearable."

That junior brother struggled to speak, feeling as if there were a ball of fire burning in his chest.

Upon hearing that, the Shī xiōng also looked puzzled, "Just now he was fine, how did he suddenly become like this?"

Moreover, the junior brother hadn't suffered any serious injury before.

But before the Shī xiōng could figure it out, with the violent coughing, the junior brother suddenly spat out a dark lump from his mouth.

"What is this........... holy shit..........."

At first he couldn't tell what it was, but upon taking a closer look, the Shī xiōng's eyes widened in an instant—damn, this shape, isn't it a lung?

Turning his head to look at the junior brother still coughing violently, the Shī xiōng's eyes were filled with astonishment—this cough could actually cough up one's own lung? You damn well might be the first person in history to do this, how did you manage it?

But, are you really okay now?