Curse

The petals and grass of the Death Flower Sea ravaged the black-robed man's body. As time passed, he sensed that Green had no intention of coming closer and finally lost patience.

"Storm!" the black-robed man shouted from where he lay.

Standing nearby, Green noticed the movement. At the shout, he immediately retreated a few steps, wary of what might happen.

A green whirlwind of energy formed before the black-robed man in an instant and swept toward Green.

The storm towered dozens of meters high. It surrounded Green and battered his Life Barrier, but no matter how fiercely it struck, the barrier stood firm without the slightest change.

Countless tiny wind blades formed along the edge of the green tornado. The flowers and grass of the Death Flower Sea were yanked up by the roots as though seized by an invisible giant hand. The blades shredded them into fragments that whirled through the sky. Even a layer of soil was torn from the ground, exposing roots and pebbles beneath.

Relief flickered in the black-robed man's eyes as he watched the storm engulf Green. But when Green's Life Barrier showed no sign of wavering, he immediately drew on the Negative Energy within him. Black specks of light emerged from his body, and the plants clinging to him withered and rotted the instant they touched them.

With every plant cleared from his body, the black-robed man went limp. He swayed, on the verge of collapsing.

"Damn it. The Negative Energy has corroded me too badly! Using energy directly, without channeling it through Sorcery, still takes too much of a toll on the body." Feeling how little more his body could bear, the black-robed man cursed under his breath.

He felt no joy at having escaped the plants. Even his trump card had been