Chapter 300: Curse!

In the high sky, at the center of the storm and thunder, the Sea King Yen·Kaoteman's body suddenly twisted, curly white fur sprouting from under his skin, lumps protruding on both sides of his skull, his fingers beginning to clench and contract, growing together.

Curse! Yen·Kaoteman had a thought flash through his mind; he immediately wanted to chant the honored name of the Lord of Storms, but he suddenly realized his throat's structure had changed, and he could only make a 'baa~baa~' sound.

This Sequence Three Sea King turned into a sheep with a few strands of blue fur floating, temporarily "losing" most of his traits and extraordinary abilities.

The incessantly falling lightning subsided, the visible terrifying hurricane had no way to continue, and quickly weakened.

Baa~

A sheep with several thick strands of blue fur on its head was flung by the storm, crashing toward the sea below.

The drowned Sea King was just laughable; Leiketon, whose figure was hidden outside the tornado, glanced at this scene, slightly raised his head, spread his arms high, in a posture of embracing the sun and welcoming dawn.

In the next moment, the cloud layer that was pouring down violent thunder and lightning was suddenly pierced through; bright sunlight shone down, illuminating this sea area and illuminating all of Baiyam.

The night was instantly turned into day!

In the sunlight, Leiketon's figure emerged, his whole body stained with gold, layer after layer spreading outward.

Under the sunlight's blessing, all things around were tinged with a faint gold, giving them warmth, giving them courage, dispelling the aura of depravity and impurity.

The sheep that had been flung out and was about to fall into the sea regained its balance, an invisible wind supporting its body, letting it stand steadily on the sea surface.

Many thick, deep-blue hairs grew on it, almost dyeing it into a non-mainstream blue sheep.

Viscous, slimy fluid continually seeped from under its skin; its hair became thick and twistedly danced in the air, like strange tentacles, with eerie patterns faintly appearing.

This Sea King, aided by the purifying light around him, attempted to use his incomplete mythic creature form to resist the curse.

In the high sky, Maihamusi gazed gloomily at Leiketon; the light tinged with solar aura was unfriendly to foreign paths, and even though he was already a sage, he would still be affected by this, which is unavoidable.

"You actually didn't run away? Indeed you're crazy."

Maihamusi slightly opened his mouth; his voice was extremely hoarse and thin, with a grating sensation like glass being scratched by a cat's claw.

Around Leiketon, a surge of pure golden light like a tide instantly welled up, these lights quickly condensing into a layer of Light Armor covering his body, blocking the influence of Maihamusi's voice.

As a Silent Disciple, his words themselves carry a curse; although far weaker than the transformation curse he just used on the Sea King, layered together they can still produce a great effect.

"You are very cautious."

Maihamusi whispered softly, then withdrew his gaze from Leiketon; his attempt to establish a mystic connection failed.

Whoo~

The wind that had already subsided rose again, but this time it centered on Maihamusi, constantly spreading outward.

The surrounding temperature suddenly dropped greatly, even the warmth brought by sunlight in the air being replaced by chill.

Crystal snowflakes floated in the air, dense and numerous, connecting into sheets in the howling wind, like thick cloud layers that blocked even the sunlight.

In the wind's wail were mixed the shrill cries of vengeful spirits, howls, as if they could disturb people's minds and muddle their spirits.

Leiketon flicked his finger, and golden flames ignited out of thin air around him, these flames emitting the mighty aura of the sun, and due to their density they joined together into an ocean.

These flames, like ocean waves, rippled outward in circles.

At the instant the golden flames met the crystal snowflakes, they kicked up a sheet of vapor, which finally became a horizontal barrier in midair, a thick fog that could block vision.

In the next moment, a piercing shriek sounded, this sound capable of piercing human eardrums and harming the spiritual body.

This is a Sequence Three-level vengeful spirit's shriek; the surrounding golden sea of fire momentarily stagnated, the Light Armor covering Leiketon rippled in waves, and his thoughts became slightly dazed.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The sound of breaking air immediately rang out, and crystal-clear ice crystal fine arrows shot from all directions, dense and numerous, sealing off all escape routes.

Where the ice crystal fine arrows passed, the golden flames instantly extinguished, leaving in the air a white trace bearing a strong aura of death.

The heavy Light Armor sizzled, and in an instant was pierced through by the ice crystal fine arrows.

The Light Armor instantly turned into a speck of golden light, vanishing amid the chill and the aura of death.

Leiketon's body, when pierced by an ice crystal fine arrow, showed no trace of blood, but quickly became thin and brittle, turning into scraps of paper.

Above the thick cloud layer formed of piles of crystal snowflakes, Leiketon's figure suddenly appeared.

He raised his right hand high, and the surrounding light was instantly drawn to begin gathering in his palm.

In a few breaths, it condensed into a spear pure to the extreme, blazing white to the extreme, seeming to be made of pure sunlight.

At the same time, a layer of hazy white covered his eyes; what his eyes saw instantly changed, as he searched among the massive information for the most suitable future.

After a moment, his vision gradually cleared, and the corner of his mouth slowly rose in a curve.

Beneath the howling wind and the thick cloud layer, Maihamusi suddenly felt a strong ominous premonition, an unavoidable danger about to appear.

The prophecy said he was not a demigod of the Solar path, but the adjacent path!

Maihamusi felt a sudden realization, and immediately his eyes looked downward, toward the Sea King still trying to use his incomplete mythic creature form to resist his own curse.

His eyes clearly reflected the Sea King's current appearance, and immediately his body began to twist.

It changed into a lurid green, stained, and covered with strange runes, a bizarre puppet.

On the sea surface, the Sea King gazing at all this felt a strong sense of danger welling up in his heart.

He ignited the anger in his heart, erupting with power far beyond normal.

The incomplete mythic creature form instantly overpowered the transformation curse on his body; the sheep's fur kept thickening and lengthening, turning into slick tentacles that revealed the smooth skin beneath the fur, coated with viscous fluid, as layers of scales began to emerge.

A blazing white stream of light pierced the thick icy clouds and struck the puppet that Maihamusi had turned into.

The blazing white spear instantly expanded, becoming a blazing-white-to-the-extreme miniature sun!

Light and heat poured over this vast sea, dispersing the heavy cloud layer and the howling wind; on the sea surface below, water vapor continually rose and vanished.

The Sea King who had entered the incomplete mythic creature form showed signs of scorching; his originally moist, slick tentacles became dry and cracked, his expression fissured like a dehydrated squid.

Even if he completely immersed himself in seawater, he could not avoid this trend of drying and cracking; it was merely the curse directly acting on his body causing the harm.

He let out a painful howl; this sound penetrated the sea surface and reached the high sky, instantly turning into a terrifying sonic boom mixed with the wail of the wind domain.

In the high sky, Leiketon was raising his hand to accumulate light.

In the next moment, the terrifying sonic boom directly rang out around him; in the intense vibration, his body was instantly torn apart, turning into paper scraps and dust that scattered with the wind.

His figure reappeared not far away, with red liquid flowing from his ears, and his head felt a dense prickling sensation, like being pricked by needles.

His physical constitution is too weak; even compared to other occultists of the same sequence, he cannot match them.

Lei Kedun let out a helpless whisper.

He then wiped away the blood that had flowed to his neck; amidst the floating pale gold flames, all the blood was burned away.

Before the silent disciple skilled in curses, blood is the deadliest weapon!

In midair, Mai Hamusi had already recovered from the eerie puppet's state.

He looked as if he had been burned by fire; the white robe with gold thread on his body turned scorched yellow, the original gold thread having melted into speckled blotches on the robe.

His lightly yellow, slightly curled hair had turned scorched yellow and dry, as if a touch would crumble it to dust.

In his brown eyes lay an uncontainable malice and madness, his gaze locked on Lei Kedun as if trying to imprint his image into his mind.

Lei Kedun returned a smile, and as he lightly moved his left hand, a hidden aura enveloped him.

The faint figure that had just appeared in Mai Hamusi's eyes vanished instantly, and his attempt to establish a mystic connection with Lei Kedun failed.

Wuu—

A huge wail mixed with howls echoed across this sea area.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Terrifying sonic booms piled up, distorting the surrounding air.

Before the sonic booms sounded, Lei Kedun reached out with his right hand and pulled back slightly; an intangible thing covered him, instantly turning him into something that did not exist, ignoring the layered sonic booms around him.

Mai Hamusi's body was flung by the violently vibrating air, fine cracks appearing on his body, with blood trickling from his ears and nose.

Before the airborne sonic booms had subsided, an invisible wind surged, forming intangible bonds that bound Mai Hamusi.

Next, a thunderous roar like thunder pierced the sea surface and reverberated in the air, carrying immense pressure that could even shake the soul.

This is the thunderous roar simulated by the 'Sea King,' an application of the third-level sequence's singing ability.

The body of Mai Hamusi, bound by the wind, trembled incessantly, his body and soul briefly falling into shudder.

Blood oozed from his ears, nose, eyes, and mouth; the terrifying thunderous roar penetrated his body, shaking his viscera.

(End of chapter)