"All right, but let me make this clear first. Although the Plague God Seal is miraculous, it isn't omnipotent. Beneath us lies an enormous, unfathomably deep world of curses. So far, I've only explored its outer edges. I estimate that all the inheritances and essence of the Ancient Human Race's curse branch are here. It's fraught with danger, so I hope you'll know your own limits."
09 Sub-Account repeated himself, then charged straight into the gray mist.
The reason he had charged was that he had not used any supernatural ability at all. Clearly, these gray mists could not be dispersed by divine arts or techniques.
"Ji Ming, Gou Dao, you two go test the Sword Heart Divine Seal first!"
Mu Shaoan frowned as he studied the gray mist. He did not hurry inside. Having reached this place, they no longer needed to worry about dimensional-reduction traps, so they could not rely entirely on that Sheep Cousin anymore.
The Sword Heart Divine Seal was the most representative method in the Sword Immortal Civilization for dispelling inauspiciousness, filth, hatred, and curses.
Ji Ming and Gou Dao immediately formed seals. The Formless Heart Sword layered upon itself again and again, transforming from beneath their feet and within their hands into a colossal, intricate Sword Heart Divine Seal, which they pressed toward the gray mist ahead.
In that instant, it was as though red-hot branding irons had been pressed against ice. Sizzle after sizzle rang out as countless gray mists evaporated, while the countless eyes within them melted and let out shrill, miserable screams. Then those eyes actually turned into black liquid. Together with the evaporated mist, they became masses of dark clouds that trapped Mu Shaoan and the other forty-nine people. The next moment, torrential rain came pouring down—but it was red