"You dare ambush me!"
"You're asking to die!"
Huang Tianci flew into a rage, rolled to his feet, and erupted with murderous intent.
He had suffered a sudden, grievous blow.
His chest had caved in.
He felt as though his insides had been turned upside down, and even the strange power within him showed signs of collapsing. But he did not believe he was weaker than Jiang Qiao. He was convinced that his opponent had secretly stored up power and ambushed him, catching him off guard and making him suffer such a heavy loss.
He forcibly suppressed his injuries.
Then he swiftly launched a counterattack.
All of a sudden.
Something hazy, like the shadows of buildings beneath the setting sun, began to spread through the surroundings.
And within the shadows.
A scene resembling a black-and-white film soon appeared.
The scene was extremely monotonous.
There was only a group of corpses with yellow paper pasted over their faces and white gauze robes draped over their bodies. They walked with stiff steps, shaking rust-specked bells as they continuously circled an empty patch of ground where nothing could be seen.
The ringing was strange.
It lacked the usual crispness.
Instead, it carried a stale, aged quality, like the sound from a living person's throat as they breathed their last.
Hearing it.
It was as though his own throat had been constricted.
He could not draw breath.
Clearly.
This was a terrifying curse involving a rule.
Each time the procession of corpses completed a circle, the scene became clearer, producing a strange overlap with the real world.
The curse produced by the strange ringing.
Would also grow stronger, more terrifying, and harder to shake off.
It wasn't the ringing!
This rule.
Was breathing one's last! It was death! It was eternal descent into endless