Divine Tome space.
Zhi Feng, Azure Wolf, and Lou Luo—the three kings—along with all the Heaven-rank powerhouses, lay sprawled across the ground.
Their combined strength far surpassed that of the Heaven-rank Level Four Clown. Ordinarily, any one of the king-level Heaven-ranks could have beaten the Clown before them until his teeth littered the floor. Yet with a casual shockwave from the Clown, everyone had collapsed, like a small grove toppled by a hurricane. It had been effortless. Every Heaven-rank powerhouse lay limp on the ground like a soft-shelled crab, utterly stripped of the ability to fight. Even Zhi Feng, Azure Wolf, and Lou Luo, the three strongest kings, had no chance to struggle. As for the other, weaker Heaven-ranks, they did not even have the strength to twitch a finger.
If one had to use a single phrase to describe their situation, it would be: waiting helplessly for death.
"Ah, why did this happen?" Azure Wolf King could not understand.
"Impossible!" Lou Luo King wore a face full of disbelief.
"..." Before collapsing, Zhi Feng King had still exhausted his final strength to shield Pearlglow Beauty carefully in his arms, unwilling to let her fall and hurt herself.
"The reason is simple. You have all been cursed." The Clown raised a long forefinger and let out a sinister chuckle. "Actually, I planned the entire scheme. Your attack at the banquet, the suicide warriors detonating their curses, and the activation at the Storm Sea—all of it was within my calculations."
"So our injuries in the Storm Sea were actually meant to activate the curse with blood?" Zhi Feng King suddenly understood why the Two-Faced King and his Eight Generals had not killed them all.
Before this, he had thought it was good fortune.
Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined