"Interesting."
Xia Ping blinked. He discovered that the power of misfortune was not limited to this. In fact, he himself was the source of misfortune and should have been the most dangerous existence.
The problem was that as long as someone harbored negative emotions toward him—malice, killing intent, and the like—the power of misfortune would follow the threads of karma and transfer itself onto those enemies.
It was equivalent to those enemies helping him bear the greater part of the power of misfortune.
As a result, he instead became the life form with the faintest aura of misfortune. Thus, danger would first seek out those shrouded in misfortune and pass him by.
At that moment, he was like an invisible man. Every enemy would treat him as air, every calamity would spare him, and might even deliberately avoid him.
It was as though he had become the luckiest person alive.
However, once all those enemies died, the aura of misfortune would return to his side, turning him back into the greatest source of misfortune. And so the cycle repeated.
"Humanoid calamity. This truly is a humanoid calamity."
Xia Ping now understood the terror of this Gaia Clone of his. It was indeed a born humanoid calamity—wherever it went, it brought disaster with it.
Moreover, the greater the hostility his enemies felt toward him, the greater the disaster that would be born.
Yet the greater the disaster, the faster his Disaster Body would grow. At the same time, it would bring even greater disasters, in an almost endless cycle.
"My god, Vaslai died the moment they met? Is this a joke?!"
An ancient demon saw this scene and immediately began trembling all over in terror. Even though it had remained vigilant all along, it had still underestimated the horrifying nature of