Revenge at Last

In the void, the familiar music-box tune began to play again.

Curse Death's eyes flew open. Its heart pounded, and fear still gripped it.

Xia Lun had actually shattered the Astral Memory!

If he caught it, Curse Death was finished.

The moment Xia Lun's name crossed its mind, fear spread through Curse Death like creeping mycelium. Scenes from the battle flashed before its eyes.

The curse that had rebounded, the sword light that had swept across half the woods, the slap of leather shoes in a puddle, the scorching gunfire—all of it blurred together beneath its quickening heartbeat and became Xia Lun's massive hand clamped over its face.

Its memories warped. A hazy orange-red tint seemed to wash over its vision again, and fleeting thoughts and abstract symbols in its mind turned into fresh sights and sounds that were not there. Once more, it felt the searing pain and disorientation of its soul being drained.

Curse Death shuddered violently. It took several deep breaths before it could force the nightmare-like hallucinations from its mind.

There was no doubt about it: Xia Lun was an Evil Spirit. Anyone he attacked would suffer severe mental corruption, and the damage might be irreversible!

"I'm done for. Ruined. I'm ruined!" Curse Death clutched its head and muttered in agony. "The damage is permanent. I'll never have a chance to advance again..."

Pain churned inside it like boiling venom, but Curse Death did not dare hate Xia Lun.

The reason was simple: the gap between them was far too great. Escaping a monster that could shatter the Crystal Memory had already been extraordinary luck. Seeking revenge against something like that was sheer fantasy.

Beyond the pain, all it felt was profound regret. It regretted provoking Xia Lun months ago, and it regretted taunting him instead