Clap, clap, clap!
Li Yan rapidly tapped several points on his arm and chest, sealing the crucial acupoints. Then he formed another hand seal and chanted, "Qing Jia! Ascend to Heaven and Save the People, Sternly Command the Northern Feng. The Divine Lord Receives the Mandate, Sweeping Away All Inauspiciousness. The Eight Mighty Ones Spit Poison, the Fierce Horses Spread Their Four Legs..."
This was the North Emperor Calamity Removal Technique, whose power to break curses was even stronger.
Even so, the dense scarlet skull-shaped blotches continued spreading toward his right arm like living things, while the cold curse power ceaselessly eroded his meridians and Divine Soul.
"What a formidable curse technique!"
Wang Dao Xuan's expression changed drastically at the sight.
He could not worry about his internal injuries and struggled to rise to help.
When it came to understanding curse techniques, he was a genius, and he knew even more clearly how terrifying this curse was. Moreover, it had been cast by an Earth Immortal. This was a matter of life and death.
However, Li Yan raised a hand. "It's fine. Don't move recklessly!"
Before he had finished speaking, the scarlet skull-shaped blotches stopped spreading.
Only then did Wang Dao Xuan and Lu San breathe a sigh of relief.
What they did not know was that even if he could not completely block the curse, Li Yan's Great Luo Dharma Body could exchange injuries for injuries, leaving his life in no danger.
Naturally, Li Yan did not intend to say more.
He looked toward the pitch-black river in the distance and said in a deep voice, "That Earth Immortal on the opposite bank should have borrowed the aura on my Writ of Summons to cast the curse from afar."
"Judging by the location, it's the ruins of the Looking-Home