The three kowtows were complete.
Far away, in the eye of the typhoon, Chen Chunyan's body suddenly shuddered.
A wisp of ink-black resentment surged wildly, uncontrollably from her body...
It did not drift away. Like a living thing, it tore through her flesh and burrowed out.
Her entire body began convulsing uncontrollably.
First her fingers spasmed, then her arms, shoulders, and torso, as though an invisible hand had seized her bones and was twisting them hard.
Then blood gushed from all seven openings of her head at once.
Her eyes, ears, nose, and mouth all seeped blood, a glaring crimson.
Blood dripped down her chin, instantly whipped into a bloody mist by the typhoon.
She opened her mouth, but could not make a sound.
Her wretched appearance made their scalps crawl.
"What a vicious curse..."
A chill gripped Cao Xianming's heart, and goosebumps rose across his back.
Beside him, Xiao Xuan sucked in a sharp breath. Zheng Xiaofeng clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white.
The same warning struck all three of them:
If they ever encountered a curse user like Zhang Qiang again, they could never give him a chance to kowtow.
They had to kill him in one blow, without even giving him a chance to open his mouth.
After all, once this ability activated, it meant certain death, bleeding from all seven openings.
There was no room for any countermeasure.
Struck by Zhang Qiang's Demon's Curse, Chen Chunyan could no longer control her body.
In the raging eye of the typhoon, her entire body was torn and crushed.
The wind was no longer wind, but a giant hand gripping her and pulling her in every direction.
Rocks, grit, and shards of ice in the typhoon became countless blades, bombarding every inch of her body.
Every grain of