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Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.
Crack, crack, crack.
Countless Golden Threads pierced through the layer of deep blue Invisible Barrier from different directions, aiming at the azure figure.
Illusion Style: Firefly Butterfly!
Having been prepared, Qing immediately activated the Fulu in his hand.
In the next moment, his body began to scatter like a deep blue butterfly, but he was a moment too late and felt a scratch on his cheek from one of the Golden Threads.
The countless Golden Threads, sharp as spears, turned the ground where Qing had stood into a porcupine's nest.
Numerous paper butterflies fluttered in the air, scattering in all directions.
Teleportation?
A figure dressed in a Black Shirt, with intricate scriptures embroidered around his neck, crouched down to examine how deeply the golden threads penetrated the ground.
This person was Zuo Ci.
Some might wonder: Isn’t Zuo Ci dead?
Daoist Sect, Shen Tong, Jianzhi Ren.
That was merely his paper form.
He had already used this technique when facing the Wuchang Squad.
So you really haven’t died!
Not far away, the paper butterflies returned to form a dazzling azure figure, and he looked somewhat displeased.
After all that talk, you should be dead! Zuo Ci laughed.
The golden threads were an application of the Liquid Gold Spell, which he had comprehended during his battle with the Old Celestial Master.
To think that the Liquid Gold Spell could be used in such a way—it was simply a sneak attack artifact.
Despicable Chinese person, you won’t have another chance!
Qing glanced at the Nekomata on his shoulder. The Nekomata twisted its neck and chuckled, "I can smell quite a bit of corpse scent here. You must have set up some kind of formation, right? Too bad, it won't work on me!"
The Nekomata was a natural enemy of the Bai Liao Formation. It could manipulate corpses and even control the Shiki Zai that served as the formation's core.
"Well then, let's just kill them all!"
Zuo Ci took a red-engraved straw figure from his waist. This was a talisman he had obtained from a Ye Mao Shan practitioner; it wasn't particularly lethal but enhanced the power of spells and could even add a curse property to them.
Curses were a type of death spell. They not only acted slowly but also persisted indefinitely, with an absolute hit rate, making them popular among many sorcerers. The prerequisite for casting a curse was to obtain the target's Birth Chart or some of their hair or blood as a medium. Zuo Ci found this process too troublesome and had not used it until now; today he decided to try something different.
Just moments ago, his Paper Man had been tortured quite severely!
Zuo Ci flicked his fingers, causing blood to shoot into the straw figure. Holding it in his hand, he chanted, "Dao Tong, connect with me; today I command you to rise and grant mercy. Yin Cao Feng Du, I do not hear your name—curse, arise!"
He was putting on quite the show!
Qing sneered coldly and raised his palm to perform a Shinto yin-yang technique. Suddenly, a prickling sensation coursed through him.
He looked down, and his expression turned to one of sheer terror. A dense layer of yellow-brown grass roots was seeping out from the surface of his palm. Upon closer inspection, these roots were visibly growing—was this a curse?
"Kaga-kun, what's wrong with your face?" the Nekomata exclaimed in shock.
"What about my face? My face!" Qing replied anxiously.
He had always taken great pride in his Black-Brown Skin. Now it was covered in yellow-brown grass roots that emitted black Sha Qi, draining his magical power and growing wildly.
His pupil, nasal cavity, mouth, and even his tongue were sprouting grass-like tendrils.
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!
For the duration of a stick of incense, a mass of yellow-brown straw erupted from his body in a frenzied manner, entwined with flesh and blood. At that moment, Qing Na Li had lost her previous elegance and allure; she was simply a walking straw figure.
He lay on the ground, retching continuously as countless yellow-brown straws grew from his mouth. The density of the straws, sharp and hard like steel needles, caused his jaw to dislocate and tear apart, blood dripping steadily onto the ground.
This bizarre scene unfolded too quickly. Even the Nekomata could not react in time.
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