The Aerial Fortress, standing twelve thousand meters above the ground, was like an impregnable lone island in a blue ocean. In the food chain, tigers ate sheep, wolves ate rabbits, big fish ate small fish, and small fish ate shrimp.
The Aerial Fortress stood at the very top of the food chain, with no natural enemies.
There had been one before, but not anymore.
More than a hundred Arbiter Elites in the dark chamber cursed names one by one according to the list provided by the puppeteer from the Eastern Continent. After Zong Cheng provided enough information, only three obstacles remained to the Arbiters' plan to curse the Parent's Association members to death:
First, they were limited by the number of Arbiters. Casting curses consumed mental willpower. For example, an A-Class could curse around a hundred people a day at most, while a B-Class could curse fifty.
Second, they were limited by their strength. For a minor curse that made someone unlucky, a B-Class could curse another B-Class. But when it came to a life-and-death curse, a B-Class could only curse a C-Class.
Fortunately, according to Zong Cheng's intelligence, most Parent's Association members had only recently reached C-Class. While nearly tens of thousands of C-Classes was indeed terrifying—there had never been an organization with tens of thousands of C-Classes in the entire Inner World...
The problem was that most of the Arbiter Elites in this dark chamber were B-Class, with a small number of A-Classes. They had more than enough power to curse these Parent's Association members.
The third obstacle was... pronunciation.
In the dark chamber, the Arbiters struggled to straighten their tongues and pronounce the names correctly. But they had studied Chinese for too short a time and simply could not fully master it.
"Mo pa gun ta... mo