บท 162: Chapter 118: The End_1

"Someone has cursed me in secret!"

Amidst the boundless agonizing pain, Zhou Mingyu finally awoke in horror, realizing the source of his unease. He struggled to prop up his body with difficulty and took out several second-tier talismans from his storage bag, placing them on his forehead and activating them all at once.

Evil Skills, Curse Spell!

Detestable tactics!

As a Foundation Establishment Cultivator who had lived for nearly two hundred years and seen much of the world, he had also heard of such cultivating skills.

Although such means were mostly of the Demon Path and not prevalent in the Cultivation World of Liang Country, he had only heard of them and never came into close contact, let alone knew how to counteract them. He had never eaten pork, but he had seen pigs run; he was aware of a few countermeasures.