Long Hair had no time for shock. He immediately poured cursed energy into the Turtle Grudge he had taken out earlier.
As cursed energy flowed into it, an ink-black spectral turtle shell enveloped the two of them. After tearing through the fan, the cursed-energy laser slammed straight into the turtle shield.
The weakened cursed-energy laser failed to penetrate Turtle Grudge's defenses. A special-grade cursed tool truly had some strength to it.
"My Two-Star Fan!"
"How am I supposed to recruit Lin Mu without you...?"
Long Hair wailed as he clutched the fragments of the Two-Star Fan.
"Where's Lin Mu? Tell him to hurry and hide inside my turtle shield. He probably can't handle such a powerful cursed spirit either, right?"
After looking around, Blond Hair spotted Lin Mu nearby. "Over there."
"What is he trying to do? Does he want to clash head-on with that cursed spirit's attack too?"
Long Hair was horrified. "Stop him! That attack is too fierce. Even the special-grade cursed tool, the Two-Star Fan, couldn't withstand it. There's no way he can!"
But Lin Mu had already made his move.
A war fan had appeared in his hand at some point. Its broad, sturdy frame and exquisite patterns made it clear at a glance that it was a top-tier weapon.
The moment Long Hair, who had immersed himself in cursed tools for years, saw it, his eyes locked onto it like magnets.
"A special-grade cursed tool! And one of the very best!"
He could tell at a glance that the cursed tool in Lin Mu's hand was extraordinary.
The cursed energy contained within it was steady and restrained, yet its total amount was vast beyond measure. With such craftsmanship, he probably still could not make one even if he lived for several thousand more years!
"Where