Shi Hao spurred his horse after the Immortal Hall Remnant Immortal, who was plummeting like a meteor.
"What was that?" Shi Hao demanded, coldness spreading through his eyes.
After that last wisp of silver light entered his body, it seemed to vanish. He could not sense it at all.
The Little Wooden Horse shielded him from all Immortal Dao pressure, so he felt no discomfort even before the Remnant Immortal.
What Shi Hao failed to notice was that, in the distance, the expressions of the other True Immortals watching them had changed. Their faces were grave.
They were watching that silver light, and Shi Hao, whose body it had entered.
"That was..."
"The legendary inescapable Forbidden Curse?"
"Is it true? Does Ao Ling really carry the Forbidden Curse?"
"If so, Desolate is finished..."
The Remnant Immortal's hair hung loose, his hands dangled at his sides, and blood dripped steadily from his broken arms.
The Immortal Hall Remnant Immortal stared fixedly at Shi Hao and the Little Wooden Horse, his eyes bloodred.
He had nearly been kicked to death by a horse.
"Emperor Yuan truly dotes on you, giving you an Immortal Artifact like this for protection," the Remnant Immortal said.
"With an Immortal Artifact like this, even a True Immortal can't hurt you."
"But in the end, I was one step ahead."
"Hahahaha!"
The Remnant Immortal burst into laughter, his voice brimming with satisfaction.
Shi Hao's eyes were icy, but his expression remained detached. He did not fly into a rage.
The Little Wooden Horse lashed out with another hoof, this time striking the Remnant Immortal's head.
His head spun several times like a top, but such an injury was clearly not enough to kill him.
"Hahaha! Rage. Hate me." The Remnant Immortal's sinister voice rang out.
"I won't survive,