How much power could a wave of the hand possibly have?
Some said that a wave of the hand could not carry away even a single cloud. Chu Fei was the same, yet he left something behind—a Meme Virus, a virus of the soul.
High in the sky, Chu Fei faced more than five hundred expert Dragonfolk alone and waved with a smile.
The leading Dragonfolk suddenly began to drift unsteadily. Then two more did the same, followed by more Dragonfolk swaying and staggering. Their straight charging paths began to tremble, then spiral. In the end, they could no longer keep rising and began to fall.
The Dragonfolk experts charging behind them instinctively moved to help, but even more Dragonfolk immediately began showing symptoms.
"Something's wrong! Don't touch us!" one of the afflicted Dragonfolk cried out first, and more Dragonfolk soon realized something was wrong.
Yet in that brief moment—barely three seconds—half of the more than five hundred top-tier Dragonfolk charging at Chu Fei had been incapacitated.
Chu Fei stood quietly in the high sky and observed. Though he had caused it all, he let out a soft sigh.
With that wave, Chu Fei had placed a "curse" on the first three Dragonfolk. But this time, what he projected was no longer an attack—it was a "virus"!
The curse's attack method was mainly a form of long-range projection, and the attacks it projected came in all varieties.
At first, it had not even been a curse, merely a simple Big Data Overwrite. Chu Fei had wanted to inject his own control abilities into other creatures. Later, he obtained the theory of curses from magical research inheritances and began deepening his research. By now, it had evolved into a powerful long-range attack "platform."
Through the projection ability of curses, he had