Chapter 607

In that moment, Luo En felt a strong sense of danger.

He moved quickly, trying to avoid the black smoke.

But the black smoke grew faster, nearly wrapping around Luo En.

Luo En struck swiftly, concentrating all his cursed energy entirely into his fist.

Each punch unleashed tremendous combat power.

Yet the black shadow barely avoided Luo En's attacks; the next second, it had enveloped him.

"This time, let you feel true power."

The curse's voice rang in Luo En's ear.

Luo En quickly retreated, but he was already within the black smoke's range.

No matter which direction he moved, he could not escape the black smoke.

Moments later, Luo En saw countless tendrils of black smoke rolling toward him.

Vast, endless darkness surged toward him; he saw not a single glimmer of light.

In this boundless darkness, a crushing pressure quietly formed in Luo En's heart.

He knew this was the opponent's method of attack.

In darkness, anyone would feel fear.

And this feeling intensified continuously, eventually killing the person.

Realizing this, Luo En quickly calmed his mind.

He stopped looking at the darkness and closed his eyes.

At the same time, he expanded his senses infinitely, finally locking onto the enemy's movements.

After doing this, Luo En suddenly sat down slowly.

Seeing Luo En's actions, the curse was clearly surprised.

Normally, people in such a situation would wildly charge, trying to break through the barrier.

But Luo En did not do that; instead, he handled everything here with calm precision.

Now it seemed Luo En was far weaker than he had imagined.

"I never expected you to give me so many surprises."

After speaking, the curse appeared before Luo En.

Enraged, Luo En felt fire burning through his entire body.

At this moment, he was lost in his rage, utterly ignoring the curse's arrival.

He clenched his fists, veins bulging on his forehead, his eyes blazing like flames.

Suddenly he stood up; energy within his body surged outward, and that cursed energy struck the curse in an instant.

The curse extended a hand and blocked that cursed energy.

He chuckled.

"No matter how you struggle, to me you're just an ant.

An ant easily crushed—barely worth noticing."

At this moment, Luo En heard nothing the curse said; his eyes held only rage, death, and blood.

He wildly charged at the curse, ignoring his own physical condition.

Boom—

Luo En charged again, but the curse's expression slightly changed.

Just now, he had thought Luo En had used all his strength—this was likely his final struggle.

But he never expected Luo En to charge again, his power unchanged.

How could this be? He had clearly exhausted himself completely, yet how could he keep unleashing such power?

The curse's expression grew even darker.

This time, he blocked Luo En's attack and felt his arm slightly numb.

This meant he could no longer continuously block Luo En's assaults.

If Luo En maintained this state, he might very well wear the curse down to death.

"Damn brat, though I don't understand why you have such resilience,

unfortunately, I'll now use my full strength to kill you—no time for you to grow."

Before the curse finished speaking, his form suddenly swelled, revealing a massive humanoid figure before Luo En.

Two enormous palms, composed of vast energy, slammed down.

But Luo En didn't even glance at the opponent; he charged again.

Luo En was like a drop of water, striking always at the exact same spot.

With this persistent, drop-by-drop force, he wanted the curse to feel his terror.

"Damn it, what the hell has this brat eaten?"

The curse cursed, sensing that Luo En's current power was utterly different from before.

How could this be? How could he still gain such an increase under these conditions?

The curse retreated quickly, for he sensed that if he kept being struck like this, he would be pierced through by Luo En.

He felt a faint pain in his arm.

He also sensed that the energy within Luo En was continuously rising.

Luo En did not know that when he unleashed true rage, his power multiplied.

And his cursed energy was rapidly increasing.

At this moment, Luo En was utterly different from before; the magical force he now unleashed was sufficient to threaten the curse.

"Damn it, this brat always catches me off guard."

After retreating, the curse swiftly sidestepped, trying to evade Luo En's attack.

At the same time, he had already devised a plan.

When Luo En's strike missed, he would circle behind Luo En and strike—surely he could kill Luo En then.

But he had not anticipated that Luo En's move had not missed.

At the very moment he sidestepped, Luo En suddenly whipped his fist back and slammed it into his chest.

The curse heard a muffled crack—the sound of his ribs breaking.

Then his body flew straight through the air like a kite with severed string, crashing heavily to the ground.

In that instant, he felt as if he had been struck by a massive hammer.

He slowly rose to his feet, feeling his chest had sunk inward.

Luo En exhaled slowly and deeply.

Just then, in that instant, he had felt as if he had ignited—every drop of his blood boiling.

And that power had erupted precisely because of this burning.

At that moment, a mass of black mist suddenly engulfed Luo En, also enveloping Taira.

Although Taira was now controlled by the tentacles, his body had long been shattered.

But that did not mean his will had vanished—he had forced himself awake several times.

Yet each awakening brought his body another crushing blow.

Even now, he was still desperately fighting to reclaim control of his own body.

This impressed the curse greatly.

"Even the Sword Saint of old probably lacked your resolve."

"But unfortunately, even with such resolve, what does it matter? Before absolute power, all struggle is futile."

The black mist swiftly merged into the bodies of Taira and Luo En.

Luo En fought desperately—his body ignited once more with flames of fury.

These flames could burn the black substance.

Even Luo En himself had not expected this.

The black mist within Luo En melted away like snow.

Luo En roared, unleashing another surge of immense power, charging wildly toward the curse.

Although Taira too had been tainted by the black substance,

his will was extraordinarily resilient—he continuously attacked the black matter.