Treasure Pearl Sea,
Lune's final strike indeed caught Lis off guard.
Or rather, this kind of curse, which is almost above causal rules, left Lis with no way out even if he reacted.
The sinister crimson curse engraved on Lis's skin was like a branding iron forged in flames, deeply etched beneath.
The lines weren't static, but rather like living entities surging with thick hatred, each blood-red trace glimmering with a dark hue, as if soaked by the blood of countless vengeful spirits.
It had long seeped into Li's blood, rushing through his veins with every heartbeat. When the blood flowed through his muscles, those crimson lines transformed into lifelike vines, tightly wrapping around the muscle fibers, causing a tearing pain in every muscle; when the blood infused the bones, a piercing pain emerged from the depth of the marrow, as if countless ice cones were piercing upward through the marrow cavity.
