Pearl Sea,
Luen's final strike had indeed caught Li Si off guard.
Or rather, even if Li Si had reacted, there was nothing he could have done against a curse that seemed to transcend the laws of causality.
These savage blood-red curses were like branding irons tempered in blazing flames, deeply seared beneath Li Si's skin.
They were not motionless markings, but living things surging with thick hatred. Every strand of bloodline glimmered dark red, as if soaked in the blood of countless vengeful spirits.
They had long since seeped into Li's blood, rushing through his veins with every heartbeat. Whenever his blood flowed through his muscles, those bloodlines became like living vines, tightly winding around his muscle fibers and filling every muscle with tearing pain. Whenever his blood seeped into his bones, needle-like pain pierced deep within his marrow, as though countless ice awls were stabbing upward through the marrow cavities.
The curse was also like a bottomless black hole, slowly devouring Li Si's vitality like a greedy vampire parasitizing him.
Li Si frowned deeply, his knuckles turning white from the force of his grip. Yet the curse seemed alive—the more he struggled, the tighter it coiled around him.
When Li Si tried to examine the curse, sharp pain suddenly shot through his eyes, as though countless tiny needles were crawling across his eyeballs.
It was as if the curse were directly burning Li Si's mind, while dragon roars echoed continuously from its depths.
The sound lacked the deep resonance of an ordinary dragon's roar. Instead, it was a shrill scream mixed with pain and madness, as though tens of thousands of dragons were trapped within the curse's prison, tearing at it with their claws and gnawing at it with their fangs, desperately trying to break free from invisible