Evil Spirit Curse, Fearless of Pursuit

Ling Xiao's merit points soared so wildly that those watching the rankings were left stunned.

At such a rate, even across the entire leaderboard, it ranked among the very best—impossible to ignore.

By now, after a fierce slaughter, Ling Xiao's merit points had reached twenty-seven million.

Unfortunately, there were no more evil spirits here for him to kill. He stopped and sensed the changes in his body.

After killing enough evil spirits, a faint aura had appeared around him, like a curse winding itself around his body.

"These must be what attract evil spirits. They're like curses left behind after evil spirits die, drawing the attention of even more powerful evil spirits."

Ling Xiao tried to remove the curses, only to find that as soon as he wiped away the black aura on his body, fresh black aura quickly emerged, endlessly replenishing itself.

"Strange. These curses can't be erased. If this goes on, will I end up covered in red hair, with ominous misfortune in my later years...?"

Ling Xiao pondered in secret, his brows knitting slightly. He had no desire for an ill-omened old age.

After some investigation, he finally understood that these marker-like curses were likely caused by the Mythic Battlefield itself.

This might be the work of those dark lords, using this method to restrain geniuses like him.

"Ling Xiao! This is bad—I just received some news."

Just as Ling Xiao was sorting through his thoughts, Uncle Boya came rushing out from who knew where, speaking in a fluster.

"What news?" Ling Xiao asked blandly. He had long grown accustomed to this fellow's constant mysterious ramblings.

"You... you're finished. You've landed yourself in serious trouble!" Uncle Boya grinned, with more than a hint of schadenfreude.

At those words, everyone from the Snow Heaven Clan immediately flew over.