Chapter 405: Chapter 227: Word Spirit Disturbing Heart Technique (Part 3)
In that delicate hesitation, the Holy Disc quietly completed its most adept curse magic—"First Circle: Death’s Gaze".
"Soron, old friend, do you rember that project we researched together?"
The Holy Disc’s voice suddenly turned incomparably gentle, as if recounting a beautiful mory:
"About the study of human limits... the critical point between pain and pleasure... You said back then it was too dangerous, but now, I think you should experience it firsthand..."
As these words were uttered, an invisible curse energy subtly spread, coiling around Soron’s spirit barrier like a venomous snake.
This curse is not a simple confrontation of forces but a precise "lock" designed specifically for Soron’s spiritual structure, like a key targeting the keyhole.
He only felt a whirl of dizziness, his "multilayer twisted shield" was abruptly halted halfway in its construction.
Spiritual power seed to be entangled by so invisible sticky mucus, unable to flow freely.
"This is... a curse..."
Soron struggled to break this confinent, but to his horror, he found that the more he tried, the deeper the curse penetrated into his spirit:
"Zote! You... how could you..."
"How could you release such a strong curse?"
The Holy Disc chuckled lightly:
"This is what you rigid wizards will never understand. The Path to the Abyss seems dangerous, yet it offers shortcuts beyond your imagination. The power traditional wizards spend decades mastering, under the abyss’s gift, can be grasped in an instant!"
As he spoke, the mutation of his right arm was fully revealed, three intersecting bone blades glinting with a chilling cold light, with bizarre purple-black energy flowing on them.
This energy is not simply abyssal contamination, but a ticulously refined "soul corrosive
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