The Death Curse Ritual

"Can't go on?"

"What's going on?"

"..."

When they heard the priest presiding over the ritual speak, the other two priests revealed expressions of disbelief.

They were using the curse-killing ritual recorded in the Black Box Codex. According to the codex, as long as the ritual was completed strictly, failure was impossible. Furthermore, once the ritual began, it could not be stopped midway until the entire ritual was complete.

In theory, no one could survive their curse.

Much less resist the ritual...

And that was precisely why they had dared to stay behind and ambush their opponent without fully understanding his abilities.

But now, they had made complete preparations, and even the initial progress had been smooth enough. Yet the ritual had inexplicably stopped at a crucial step.

It couldn't go on?

Amid their uncertain and alarmed gazes, they saw Lu Xin bound from head to toe by chains on the ruined platform.

They wound around him layer by layer, almost reaching his neck.

However, the chains representing the laws of hell had only reached a little past his chest at most.

Then, as if blocked by some force, they were forcibly prevented from moving even half an inch farther...

Instead, Lu Xin's eyes, which had been slightly closed, kept shifting.

The calm expression on his face had already been shattered, as if he were struggling incessantly.

Around him, layer upon layer of violent and bizarre mental power was ferociously rushing toward them.

That in itself was difficult to understand.

Their opponent had clearly already been affected by their ritual, yet his mental power was still actively attacking them?

"I'm about to reach my limit..."

Amid their shock and uncertainty, the priest at the top suddenly shouted with difficulty.

He tore open his black robe with both hands,