“A curse? Watch out!”0

Lin Yuhuai narrowed his eyes and wrote the word “Cleanse” with his brush. Word: Cleanse was a talisman that specifically targeted curses and evil energies and dispel their influences. The word shone a warm, dewy light full of cleansing power and vitality.1

When the light reached the cute and dumb-looking rabbits the Pacification Sentinels had transformed into, they suddenly started screaming in pain. Eerie, black qi seeped out of their bodies profusely, and their stomachs suddenly swelled like they were pregnant. When the swelling reached a critical point, their stomachs burst open, and the Pacification Sentinels fell out of their stomachs.0

Unfortunately, the Pacification Sentinels were long dead. They had been crushed into a horrifying ball of blood, bone and gore.0

“Bastard!” 0

Fury flashed in Chu Nianjiu’s eyes as he spat out a mouthful of wine. It transformed into a shower of icicle swords and plunged into the fog. When auras flared from behind the fog—their hidden attackers had to channel their energies to block or dodge the attack—Chu Nianjiu immediately homed in on the auras and charged into the fog.0

There were several loud booms as the fog trembled unnaturally. A moment later, Chu Nianjiu flew back out of the fog while surrounded by cold, white...0