Chapter 615

And his own strength seemed far inferior to these curses.

But he was not afraid.

"If that's the case, then let's begin."

Before Luo En's words had even finished, he suddenly feinted.

Then he slipped in front of one of the curses.

In his view, this curse was the weakest among the five or six curses.

He planned to use this as a breakthrough point.

The curse looked at Luo En with disdain.

As Luo En charged forward, it suddenly struck—a terrifying pressure slammed toward him.

But Luo En had already anticipated this move.

During their previous clash, he had already discerned the curses' techniques.

He quickly lowered his body to evade the pressure.

Yet at the same moment, the curse suddenly turned into a lingering afterimage.

Though Luo En's speed was fast, the curse's speed was even faster.

Luo En felt a chill at his back—as if something extremely hard was pressed against it.

He knew it must be the curse's trick.

So he dashed forward to put distance between himself and it.

Luo En struggled through seven or eight rounds with these five or six curses and gradually fell into disadvantage.

He knew he couldn't hold out much longer—he only hoped Nai Zi had already fled far away.

And all he needed was to escape immediately.

But he still felt somewhat uneasy.

He worried Nai Zi was too slow, so he decided to buy more time.

Yet doing so made his chance of escape even slimmer.

"Still trying to resist?"

A cold voice sounded beside Luo En's ear.

The curse seemed right before him, yet Luo En's fierce attacks never landed.

Moments later, the group of curses closed in again.

Luo En felt as if trapped in a cage—he stared at the curses.

"It seems you're not as powerful as you appear—you've taken this long and still haven't defeated me."

As he spoke, he chuckled.

The curses all glared with fury.

"We don't intend to defeat you—we intend to kill you."

The curse extended its hand—its palm suddenly swelled, and a sharp beam of light appeared upon it.

Luo En knew the curses had unleashed their killing technique.

He swiftly retreated, trying to evade the attack.

But the speed was too fast—in an instant, it pierced through his arm.

Luo En felt searing pain, and his mind went blank.

Though he wanted to retreat, his legs had lost sensation—he collapsed onto the ground.

The curse's attack contained deadly poison—it was paralyzing his nerves.

"It seems you won't last much longer."

The curse's voice dripped with malicious glee.

Luo En strained to support his body, trying to rise.

But the nerve-paralyzing toxin was too potent—in an instant, his muscles lost all strength.

He fell to the ground again.

"Damn it."

Luo En cursed inwardly.

At that moment, the mark left by the jade pendant in his chest glowed warm once more.

And within the warmth, a strange energy seemed to emerge.

Luo En felt these fine threads of energy rapidly entering his body, slowly neutralizing the poison.

He hadn't expected even the lingering trace of the jade pendant to have such power.

Luo En was surprised, but he remained silent, pretending to be overwhelmed by the poison.

He lay motionless on the ground.

The curses, seeing Luo En motionless, believed their poison had taken effect.

They immediately lowered their guard and approached him.

They were about to search his body.

At that moment, Luo En suddenly opened his eyes—he reached out and seized the throat of one curse.

The speed in that instant was too fast—the curse had no time to react.

Luo En concentrated all his spell energy into his hand and twisted off the curse's head in one motion.

Spell energy inherently suppressed curses.

Though Luo En's strength was inferior to its own.

But with the addition of spellpower to this ambush,

it instantly killed the curse beyond any chance of revival.

The other curses, seeing this, paused in slight shock.

They suddenly surged forward, aiming to kill Luo En.

But at that moment, Luo En had already rolled to his feet and fled rapidly in another direction.

He counted on those few brief seconds of hesitation from the curses.

Precisely with those seconds, Luo En had already run several hundred meters ahead.

He believed that even if they were faster than him,

catching him would not be an easy task.

The scenery before him blurred wildly backward; Luo En felt his chest heave violently, his lungs on the verge of bursting.

In this short span, he had already pushed himself to his absolute limit.

He felt his body gradually weakening, but now was no time to collapse.

The curses still chased behind him.

If he fell now, he would unquestionably become fish on the chopping block.

Luo En kept silently urging himself on inside.

This was a critical moment—he absolutely could not fail.

But just then, Luo En suddenly felt intense pain again in his arm.

He was greatly surprised.

The curses were still behind him, having not caught up—so where did this pain come from?

He quickly looked down at his arm and saw it suddenly turning black-purple.

It was exactly the spot previously wounded by the curse.

He hadn't expected their attack could not only numb his nerves but also infect the wound.

Luo En gritted his teeth and immediately tore open the wound on his arm, squeezing out the stagnant blood.

The purplish-red blood gushed out at once.

Luo En felt a wave of dizziness in his mind—the sign of excessive blood loss.

But if he didn't treat these wounds quickly, he would soon be severely infected.

He might collapse here and even face mortal danger.

Yet the curses were right behind him—he couldn't afford to waste more time.

212. Control

After simply treating the wound, Luo En immediately continued on his way.