Chapter 658: The Cursed Lord, the Woman on the Throne

In that instant, all the darkness was engulfed by the curse, transforming into a black curtain that instantly obscured the entire world.

Luo En and Taiyilang's expressions subtly changed; both could sense the energy emanating from all directions, carrying an extremely terrifying aura.

This could not possibly be the work of an ordinary curse—unexpectedly, these curses before them were all elites, and several of them at that.

Their strength was no weaker than that of the ethnic curses, meaning that if they teamed up, Luo En and Taiyilang might not be their match.

During the stalemate, Luo En whispered to Taiyilang.

"I'll launch an attack soon—you retreat as quickly as you can, don't engage them in prolonged combat; these curses clearly came prepared, and this battle will be fierce."

Taiyilang said.

"How can that be? If we leave, we leave together—I won't abandon you alone."

Luo En said.

"Don't you understand? If we both try to escape, neither of us will make it—but if you leave, go immediately and gather the troops, then come back to deal with these curses."

They've already planned something—they're about to strike us. This time, we must win."

Taiyilang stared at Luo En, refusing utterly to leave alone; he said:

"If you're here, you might be able to defeat him—I absolutely cannot. Your strength is the greatest here, so you must get out—you're the core force."

The black mist formed by the curses rapidly wrapped around Luo En and Taiyilang; they could feel the killing intent flowing through the mist.

Luo En forcibly steadied his mind, preventing himself from sinking into his thoughts, to avoid being infected by this killing power.

But the feeling wouldn't fade—even though Luo En had long since restrained his spirit, he clearly sensed he had suddenly descended into a strange world.

Around him were oceans of fire, and the sky had been dyed red.

In this environment, Luo En ran desperately, trying to escape.

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't succeed—the fire beneath his feet grew hotter and hotter, and Luo En felt every movement he made seemed to fight against this world.

The heat and the eerie aura were crazily infecting Luo En; he felt he was about to lose consciousness.

"What kind of world is this?"

Luo En looked around, realizing his position was already dire—he wondered how he'd ended up here when just moments ago he'd been in another space.

At that moment, Luo En heard someone calling his name.

Luo En desperately tried to answer, but he couldn't make a sound, so he began trying to smash through the door.

Taiyilang felt immense discomfort; he turned back and saw Luo En's eyes tightly shut, his expression twisted in agony—he was clearly enduring extreme pain.

Taiyilang tried to wake Luo En, but when he reached out, his palm had turned black.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't repel the terrifying energy—he was quickly entangled by it.

Luo En felt his condition worsening; even in the dream, he noticed his emotions sinking lower and lower.

He wanted to wake everyone and flee wildly, but clearly he was sinking rapidly.

This sensation of sinking made Luo En believe he had already begun falling into the abyss.

The surrounding seas of fire burned him fiercely; when he tried to resist the energy, a natural energy barrier spontaneously formed on his body, blocking the energy out.

But this barrier couldn't last long—soon it began to crack, and even this energy shield couldn't protect him.

A thunderous boom exploded in Luo En's ears; he strained every ounce of strength to stop it, but found the scene before him changed again.

The Asura Hell suddenly flattened out, and the scene before him became an endless ocean.

Even though he knew it was all fake, Luo En still felt a deep longing for this world—he seemed to anticipate what the next world he'd see would be like.

Just then, Luo En felt a sudden, searing pain in his body—in reality, his body was being attacked by the curses.

Taiyilang was using all his strength to protect Luo En, but he hadn't expected he was no match for the curses.

In the first round, he was defeated, his body covered in wounds; he struggled desperately to rise, but the enemy effortlessly knocked him down again.

Taiyilang let out a furious roar and suddenly drew his twin blades, concentrating all his curse energy into them.

He swung the twin blades wildly forward—the sword technique had reached a divine level, and in an instant, he split one of the curses in two.

But the curse quickly reassembled, returning to its original form.

Although curse energy inflicted fatal damage on the curses, Taiyilang's application of it was too subtle—defeating these curses clearly remained unlikely.

Another heavy blow sent Taiyilang and Luo En flying; they crashed heavily to the ground.

Luo En suddenly felt intense pain all over his body—he struggled to wake up, but found he couldn't.

"What's going on?"

Luo En was stunned, shouting out, trying to wake Luo En.

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't succeed—Luo En remained asleep, and he realized he was still trapped in his dream, where flowers bloomed across every hill and valley.

Luo En felt the scene before him was incredibly beautiful, but the searing pain on his body reminded him it was false—he had to return to reality.

But no matter how hard Luo En tried to open his eyes, he found his eyes were on his own body—he couldn't change anything.

The previous scenes replayed in his mind; Luo En even began to doubt whether what he'd seen before had been real.

With a loud boom, Taiyilang collapsed to the ground; he drove his two blades deep into the earth, using them to prop himself up.

The curses stared at Taiyilang's state and burst into laughter.

"We never expected you to be this weak—thought you were some kind of expert, yet you can't even withstand one of my blows. Why does our master fear you so much?"

"They knew you planned to fight us, so they sent us here long ago—but we never imagined it'd be two weaklings. With this level, you dare to boast before us? You're begging for death."

After speaking, he stood up, intending to lift Luo En—but suddenly felt searing pain in his arm; Luo En had instinctively attacked him.

That light, effortless wave of his hand revealed a massive crack on his hand.

He stared at Luo En in shock.

"What's going on?"

No one could answer the curse's question—Luo En's eyes remained tightly shut; it was clear he had not awakened.