Curse Me in Hell

As the pillar of light transformed into particles and merged into Lin Shen's body, the Nirvana Light Cocoon belonging to the Defier of Fate and the Inheritance Fan vanished from the sky as well.

A white shell patterned with black markings, like an ink-wash painting, enveloped Lin Shen's body. At the same time, a Folding Fan of black bone and white light appeared in his hand.

The shell covering Lin Shen was exceedingly strange. It possessed neither the crystalline clarity of jade nor the sheen of metal. Instead, it resembled armor folded from white paper—spotlessly white, not particularly smooth, with the texture of skin, faintly translucent beneath the light.

Black pictographs seemed to have been soaked into the paper armor like ink, making the armor resemble a scroll of ink-wash art.

Black and white were clearly opposing colors, yet upon this armor, they melded together in an expressive, freehand fashion.

Lin Shen gave the Folding Fan in his hand a light flick. Its folds opened one by one, the black fan ribs gleaming like gemstones. Every rib appeared hollowed out, lined with rows of white luminous script.

A closer look revealed that the portions containing the words were not hollow at all. Rather, colorless transparent crystals had fused with the black crystal, emitting a soft white radiance that made them seem hollow.

Holding the Folding Fan, Lin Shen fanned once at the White-Haired Minotaur flying toward space.

Brilliance flooded the sky and branded itself onto the White-Haired Minotaur's body. The White-Haired Minotaur suddenly felt his body sink, and he plunged toward the planet like a meteor.

The White-Haired Minotaur was horrified. Yet no matter how he exerted himself, he could not keep flying through the air, nor was there anywhere to borrow strength from.

Boom!

The White-Haired Minotaur crashed down