Haidong.
The wind howled on the rooftop of the skyscraper.
Beneath Pharaoh Danmeng was a hastily drawn and constructed magic circle.
The pitch-black magic circle was covered with countless eerie runes, seemingly dyed with blood, and gradually emitted a dazzling red light.
In the center of the magic circle, a black scepter was stuck.
This is the core of the entire magic array.
The surface of the black scepter was engraved with dense runes, which flashed with streaks of dark light before finally merging into the magic array.
Pharaoh Danmeng waved his withered hand, continuously casting various magical seals into his scepter, thereby urging the entire magic array to operate rapidly.
Soon, the entire rooftop was enveloped in an eerie red light.
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A look of madness flashed in Tian Guanghai's eyes as he clenched his fists tightly in excitement.
"Haha, Ye Feng, I will make your relatives and friends, as well as all the people of Haidong, pay with their lives for my clan."
The Pharaoh Danmong before him was a top-notch expert he had invited from ancient Egypt.
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The ancient Egyptian pharaohs were most skilled in evil curses.
This technique has been passed down from ancient times to the present day, with a history of five or six thousand years. It is profound and unfathomable, and even gods and ghosts cannot guard against it.
Even a Martial Emperor would find it difficult to withstand.
They might even perish under this evil curse.
Soon, this eerie red light enveloped the entire Haidong, spreading throughout the streets and alleys, eventually forming a thick red fog with extremely low visibility.
Anyone enveloped by the red mist quickly lost the ability to move, fainted on the ground, and was almost dead.
Originally, a large number of martial artists were carrying out street cleaning work, moving the boulders that had fallen from the snowy planet away.
The collapsed building was repaired, and the injured were quickly taken to the hospital for treatment.
Rescue efforts across the city are proceeding in an orderly manner.
However, this sudden and eerie red mist quickly disrupted the orderly process.
More and more martial artists suddenly lay on the ground, unconscious.
This eerie red fog, like an invisible hand, gripped everyone's lives.
On the rooftop of a high-rise building.
Upon seeing this, Tian Guanghai burst into laughter, his voice filled with arrogance and malevolence.
"Great! I'm going to turn the entire Haidong into a living hell."
The thin and short Pharaoh Danmun slowly stood up from the ground and stood on the edge of the rooftop terrace.
The wind was strong, making his robes flutter loudly.
But the Pharaoh seemed rooted to the spot, unmoving, a strange and sinister glint in his murky eyes.
"No one can withstand my hellish nightmare curse."
"They will be forever trapped in a terrible nightmare world, which is more terrifying than death."
Tian Guanghai was very satisfied with this, his eyes filled with resentment.
He believed that Ye Feng would appear soon.
Once the other party is cursed, he will be the first to rush over and kill him with his own hands.
No, that would be too easy on him.
We must make him wish he were dead, and use that brat's blood to appease the spirits of our clansmen in heaven.
Pharaoh Shanmen opened his mouth and spat out a small pyramid, which gleamed with golden light.
The pyramid's doors opened, and mummies wrapped in bandages flew out, hurtling down into the city below to find and kill Ye Feng.
at this time.
American divine domain.
Colorful clouds drifted everywhere, and palaces floated in mid-air, exuding a rich spiritual energy.
Various kinds of rare birds and animals flew by.
There were also angels with snow-white wings, who descended with holy light.
Suddenly, a roar came from deep within the palace.
"How dare you kill the Queen! I will never let you get away with this!"
A towering, muscular Ant-Man, clad in steel armor, strode out of the palace, unleashing a thunderous roar…
at this time.
Ye Feng and the others have emerged from the underground lair.
However, before he could even leave, a sense of unease rose within him, and he felt an inexplicable crisis.
"Everyone be careful."
Outside.
The vast martial arts academy was completely empty; there wasn't a soul in sight, and you could hear a pin drop.
A thick red mist enveloped the entire academy, making it difficult to see what was happening inside.
As the autumn wind rises, it stirs up fallen leaves all over the ground.
A murderous aura permeated the surroundings.
The old weasel peeked around curiously, looking in confusion.
"Strange, where are they?"
"Sect Master, something's wrong, something strange is happening. Everyone be careful."
Fatty Situ also suppressed his lewd smile, took off the small pure gold abacus from around his neck, gripped it tightly in his hand, and cautiously observed his surroundings.
Beside her, Zhuang Xiaoyu also stopped chatting and laughing with Lan Yu, her slightly chubby face filled with seriousness.
"Junior brother, there's a murderous aura about you."
Lan Yu lifted the hem of her dark blue Hanfu skirt and tucked it into her waistband, revealing two long, straight, snow-white legs, making it easier to get started later.
For safety reasons, Ye Feng put the little girl into his storage space and released his divine sense, which was like an invisible net that almost covered the entire Haidong City.
"Sect Master..."
Suddenly, a person stumbled out from the red mist.
It was Dongfang Sheng, his hair slightly disheveled, his face sallow, his eyes unfocused, and he was almost at his breaking point.
His skin took on an eerie red hue.
"Dongfang Sheng!"
Ye Feng quickly stepped forward, helped him up, and secretly channeled a wisp of spiritual energy into his body. The man felt much better afterward, and the strange red color on his body began to fade.
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