Chapter 251 Extra - Curse (1/3)

These things have no life; they are aggregates of pure killing and resentment.

Yan Yu shifted his position slightly, his tall figure completely protecting Ruan Tang behind him.

A purple-gold light gathered in his palm, condensing into a crackling ball of lightning.

The aura of destruction caused the surrounding creatures to instinctively retreat.

"Ayu, wait a minute."

Ruan Tang's slender, pale fingertips gently pressed against the man's wrist, which was poised to strike.

Her almond-shaped eyes narrowed slightly, her pupils flashing with analytical light as she locked onto the monsters that surrounded her without attacking.

The ghost sharks stared at them with their empty eyes, but did not pounce immediately. Instead, they waited patiently, a patience that sent chills down their spines.

What are they waiting for?

A wisp of pure wood-elemental spiritual energy quietly overflowed from Ruan Tang's fingertips.

The spiritual energy transformed into a green dot of light, like a firefly, and drifted leisurely toward the nearest ghost shark.

The ghost shark opposite showed extreme disgust towards this vibrant energy, and then became agitated, suddenly opening its blood-red maw and roaring loudly with its neck raised.

Ruan Tang saw it clearly the instant it opened its mouth.

Deep within its rotting throat, there was a bead shimmering with an ominous black light, beating like a malevolent heart.

Almost at the same moment, all the Ghost Sharks went crazy!

Their target is not Ruan Tang and Yan Yu, but each other!

"roar--!"

A silent roar exploded at the level of the soul.

Rotting fins tore through the water, and the massive body transformed into streaks of black, frantically crashing into its own kind.

The black curse runes writhing on their bodies seemed to be injected with stimulants, moving faster and tearing large chunks of translucent, rotting flesh from their opponents with each bite.

The evil curse produced a stench mixed with a strong smell of blood, instantly polluting this beautiful sea area.

The power of the curse drives these ghost sharks to devour each other, much like raising poisonous insects. The one that survives will become the ultimate king of the curse.

Each cultivator who enters this region becomes a catalyst for the formation of the King of Curses, like Yang Liang.

A cold smile curved at the corners of Ruan Tang's lips.

That's a really nice idea.

"Ah Yu, do it!"

Her voice was clear and crisp, yet it conveyed an undeniable decisiveness.

She was never a prey that would sit idly by and wait to die.

Ruan Tang instantly formed hand seals and let out a low shout.

"Green vines, clouds and mist!"

Before the words were even finished, countless dark green vines burst open in the void like wildly growing giant pythons!

Above the vines, a layer of white mist, formed by the fusion of water and wood spiritual energies, swirled around, carrying a terrifying corrosive quality, precisely wrapping around the ghost sharks that were frantically fighting.

"Sizzle—sizzle—!"

Terrifying noises were incessant.