Chen Ke glanced at the others.
"How is it?"
He asked a question that Chen Fan found rather inexplicable.
Tang Jun had already rushed to his side, continuously channeling strange energy into him to ease the discomfort caused by the curse.
But strange energy was poison mixed with honey to ordinary people, no different in essence from a curse.
The only difference was that the curse actively sought to harm him, while Tang Jun's strange energy, even under his utmost control, would still leave behind some contamination.
If Chen Fan had merely been accidentally contaminated, Tang Jun's strange energy could cancel out the contamination, leaving barely any effect on Chen Fan.
Unfortunately, he had been cursed. So long as the person who cursed him remained alive, the curse would stay deeply rooted within his body.
Tang Jun could forcibly shatter the curse with overwhelming power.
But Chen Fan would undoubtedly be the first to die.
Still, supported by Tang Jun's strange energy, Chen Fan felt a little better now. Only a little.
He felt a strange power eroding his body, causing his blood, flesh, and bones to undergo a certain degree of mutation.
This power felt familiar to him.
He seemed to have seen it before. Images from the awakening ceremony flashed through his mind.
Those fortunate people who received the blessings of the "gods" had this power coiling around them.
So this was the true nature of the "gods."
Chen Fan's vision went black, and he fainted.
Ink Feather glanced back at the newcomer. "The newcomer doesn't have a contracted strange entity. He probably won't last much longer. It's your turn, One Kill!"
One Kill, who had been hugging his longsword and leaning against the wall nearby, slowly opened his eyes at those words.
He had beautiful eyes, deep