Just as Han Shuo approached Emily, whose hands and feet were bound, she suddenly lunged with all her strength. With a smack, her bright red lips left a red mark on his left cheek.
"Oh ho ho, you've fallen under my Curse Spell. If I die, you'll be cursed until your entire body rots away and you die." After planting that kiss on Han Shuo, Emily immediately looked at him with perfect composure and spoke in a sweet, smiling voice.
A strange energy instantly flowed into Han Shuo's body from the spot Emily had kissed. By the time he tried to locate it, however, he suddenly discovered that the strange energy had vanished without a trace.
The Curse Spell was the most uncanny and mysterious magic of the Darkness Department. Many ancient legends spoke of its terror and mystery. Han Shuo had clearly felt that strange energy flowing into his body just now, and he understood that Emily, an Archmage of the Darkness Department, probably wasn't making an empty threat.
Han Shuo studied the immensely smug Emily, his expression shifting uncertainly, as though he were hesitating over whether to kill her. Protected by his Demonic Cultivation Art, he didn't believe that this Curse Spell would necessarily pose a problem for him, but he was also somewhat afraid to take the risk.
"Han, you'd better not act rashly. The Darkness Department's Curse Spell is the most mysterious kind of magic, and it really can bring about some terrifying things. We can spare this woman's life for now. It won't be too late to kill her after we find a way to lift the curse." Seeing Han Shuo frowning in thought, Trunks considered for a moment before offering this advice.
Han Shuo nodded and gave a sinister chuckle, his eyes roaming maliciously