Cultivation with a System in the Modern World
Danial screamed in pain, his voice hoarse and weak, and his skin began to crack even more, blood pouring out in thin streams.
“What is this curse?” one of the masters muttered, his brow furrowed in concentration. “It’s reacting violently to our energy. Every time we try to heal him, it only makes the curse fight harder.”
Elysia’s expression darkened. “The Curse King,” she spat. “This is his doing.” Her hands didn’t leave Danial, but her eyes burned with fury. She closed her eyes for a moment, concentrating. Her spiritual sense spread out, and she pinpointed a faint but rapidly moving figure in the distance.