Curse Returns: Eight Extraordinary Skills? I lack nothing.

Boiling Blood seized the opportunity. Its cursed power slipped in, attempting to disrupt the blood flow within Yuu's body. A burning sensation rose from Yuu's chest, and his heartbeat began to become irregular.

Yu Ren's brows furrowed slightly.

"Dual-wielding hand, life-saving hand".

A crimson light surged from his palm, flowing into his chest. The burning sensation was instantly suppressed and dissipated under the healing light of the Life Hand, and the flow of blood returned to normal. The Life Hand could not only heal injuries but also regulate the circulation of qi and blood within the body, automatically correcting any abnormal interference with the body.

A flicker of horror flashed in Boiling Blood's single eye. It sensed that the cursed power it had implanted in its target's body had been forcibly erased by some force, like words written on paper being wiped away with an eraser.

"you--"

It didn't finish speaking. Because Yuuto had already moved.

He didn't rush towards Louhu, but went straight for Feixue.

"Tongtianlu - Five Warriors Talisman"

Five golden rays shot out from his palms, transforming into five golden warriors over two meters tall in mid-air. The five warriors simultaneously charged towards the ten top-tier cursed spirits—Frost Skeleton, Abyss, Mountain Skeleton, Nest, Deep Sea, Flame Soul, Withered Glory, Shadow Erosion, Illusionary Sound, and Boiling Blood—each warrior entangled with one target.

But Yuuto has only one goal.

"Binding the spirit and dispatching the generals, summoning the spirit."

His left hand reached out and grabbed at the air. Boiling Blood's body stiffened abruptly—it felt its soul being pulled by some invisible force, as if an unseen hand had grasped its core and was trying to pull it out of its body.

Spirit control and command—the pinnacle of shamanic magic. It can disregard the will of spirits, forcibly manipulating, driving, and even devouring any being that exists in soul form. Although Boiling Blood is a top-tier cursed spirit, it is still essentially a spirit.

"you--"

Boiling Blood let out a terrified roar. It felt its consciousness being stripped away, and its control over its body being lost little by little.

"Disperse."

Yuu's voice was very soft.

Boiling Blood's body suddenly exploded. Dark red fragments of magical power scattered like fireworks, turning into countless tiny points of light in the night sky before quickly dissipating.

A top-tier cursed spirit was instantly disintegrated by the Spirit Binding Command.

Louhu's single eye suddenly contracted. He saw it—just a moment ago, that human had used some method he had never seen before to tear Boiling Blood's spirit body to shreds.

"What—did you use?!"

Yuuto did not answer. He withdrew his left hand, and the golden light of the spell once again enveloped his entire body.

"next."

His gaze swept towards Frostbone.

A flicker of fear flashed in Frostbone's single eye. It instinctively took half a step back, but it was too late. The array diagram of Feng Hou Qi Men beneath Yu Ren's feet lit up again, but his goal was not to change his position—he was simply using Feng Hou Qi Men to accelerate his movement.

"The character '巽' (Xun) signifies 'wind escape'."

His figure blurred into a blur, appearing instantly in front of Frostbone.

Frostbone suddenly raised his hands, conjuring a thick ice shield. But Yuuto didn't use his sword—he punched the ice shield directly.

"Golden Light Mantra - Fist".

Golden light enveloped his fist. The ice shield shattered upon contact, countless ice crystals scattering like snowflakes. Frostbone's body was struck by the residual force of the fist and sent flying backward.

But Yuuto did not pursue them.

He stood still, the golden light spell in his right hand coalescing into a golden chain. The chain flew out like a living snake, wrapped around Frostbone's ankle, and yanked sharply.

Frost Skeleton's body was pulled back.

"Binding the spirit and dispatching the generals, summoning the spirit."

The same technique. The same pulling sensation. Frostbone's soul was stripped, torn, and shattered from his body by that invisible force.

The second special-grade cursed spirit dissipated.

Louhu's single eye almost spit fire. He suddenly raised his hand, and a thick, dark red pillar of fire blasted towards Youren.

Yuuto dodged to the side, the pillar of fire grazing past his body and blasting a deep crater in the ground behind him.

"You—!" Louhu's voice was hoarse and trembling, "What are you?!"

Yuuto remained silent.

He looked toward his third target—Huanyin.

Huan Yin had been trying to disrupt his consciousness with mental attacks, but the Life Hand of the Dual-Handed Sword could not only heal the body but also stabilize the mind. The mental attacks were deflected by the red light of the Life Hand the instant they touched the boundary of his consciousness.

A flicker of fear flashed in Huanyin's single eye. It tried to back away, to create distance, but it was too slow.

"To bind spirits and dispatch generals."

The third.

Huan Yin's body exploded in mid-air, turning into countless tiny specks of light that scattered.

Three top-tier cursed spirits were killed in less than thirty seconds.

The remaining seven top-tier cursed spirits simultaneously took several steps back. The fierceness and contempt in their eyes as they looked at Yuuto were no longer there—instead, there was naked fear.

This man can tear apart the soul of a top-tier cursed spirit in seconds. And each of them is essentially an aggregate of souls.

"Scared?"

Yu Ren's voice was calm. He stood there, the light of the Golden Light Mantra pulsating slightly in the night breeze, the golden chain on his right hand slowly retracting and transforming back into a layer of golden light covering his body.

"Weren't you all very imposing when you surrounded me?"

Louhu's single eye stared intently at him.

He realized—the three methods this human had just used were all completely different. The golden protective spell, the soul manipulation technique, the red light that instantly healed—each one was enough to make an ordinary sorcerer a top expert, yet he had mastered them all.

"What exactly are you—"

Who I am is not important.

Yuuto raised his right hand, palm up. Golden light condensed in his palm—this time it wasn't a talisman, nor a chain, but a constantly spinning golden sphere of light.

"The important question is—do you still want to continue?"

The remaining seven top-tier cursed spirits exchanged bewildered glances. Frostbone was dead, Boiling Blood was dead, and Illusionary Sound was dead. They had watched helplessly as their companions' souls were torn apart, without even a chance to resist.

Shadow Eclipse's body trembled slightly in the shadows. The swarm of insects in the nest buzzed uneasily. Abyss's venom had been completely depleted, and its body was becoming transparent.

They wanted to escape.

But the leaky coral is still there.

Louhu stood in the center of the lava lake, the flame in his single eye burning with an almost insane determination. He looked at Yuuto, then glanced at his retreating companions.

No refunds allowed.

His voice was hoarse and deep, carrying an unquestionable authority.

"Whoever dares to retreat, I'll kill them first."

The seven top-tier cursed spirits froze simultaneously. They knew that Lou Hu meant what he said.

Chapter 165 The Six Treasures Immortal Thief

“Surround him,” Louhu said in a low voice. “I’ll take care of him.”

He took a deep breath. The surrounding temperature soared again. This time it was more intense than ever before. The lava lake churned even more violently, and dark red light surged from the leaking coral, turning the entire area the color of flames.

"Fire Insect - Extreme - Myriad Splendors".

Thousands of dark red fireballs erupted from his body. This time, the fire worms were no longer the size of a fist or a marble. They were as fine as dust, yet their numbers were countless.

The entire night sky was covered by these tiny fireflies, like a nebula composed of dark red starlight.

The nebula began to spin. Centered on the Louhu, thousands of fireflies began to form a massive vortex. The vortex spun faster and faster, the temperature rose higher and higher, the moisture in the air was completely evaporated, and even the surface of the rocks began to melt.

Yuuto looked up at the swirling nebula. He recognized it—Louhu was compressing, condensing, and fusing all the Fireflies. He was going to create a massive firestorm that would cover the entire area.

"You want to die together with me?"

Yuuto's voice was calm.

Louhu did not answer. A near-mad will burned in his single eye. Hua Yu was already dead; he didn't care whether he lived or died. He only wanted to take this human with him.

"The Ultimate Strike - Cremation".

The nebula composed of thousands of fireflies suddenly contracted, compressed, and condensed, transforming into a gigantic fireball with a diameter exceeding ten meters. Scorching magma surged on the surface of the fireball, while its interior was compressed with temperatures high enough to melt steel.

The fireball hurtled towards Yuuto. It was incredibly fast, covering every possible angle for dodging.

Yuuto looked at the fireball coming straight at him and did not dodge.

"Divine craftsmanship refined a hundred times".

He suddenly raised his right hand, palm facing up. Three tiny wooden rune seeds flew out from his sleeve—these were magical artifacts he had temporarily refined using the Divine Refinement Technique during the previous battle. Each one was only the size of a fingernail, with a miniature rune array carved into its hollow interior.

The three runes lined up in a straight line in the air.

"Tongtianlu, Wuleifu, Superimposed, Triple".

Three lightning runes were simultaneously inscribed into the three rune seeds. The runes on the surface of the rune seeds instantly lit up with a dazzling blue-white light, and the miniature rune arrays inside were activated, resonated, and amplified.

"go."

Three rune seeds were simultaneously fired at the giant fireball.

"burst."

"BOOM BOOM BOOM—!!!"

Three explosions rang out almost simultaneously. The three lightning pillars intertwined, merged, and amplified in the air, transforming into a massive lightning pillar with a diameter exceeding two meters, which collided head-on with the dark red fireball.

Thunder and fire. Two extreme forces clashed, tore at each other, canceled each other out, and annihilated each other at the point of contact. The shockwave from the explosion spread outwards, hurling away all the rubble and ash from the ground. The air in the entire area vibrated, and even the distant mountains and forests shook violently from the shockwave.

The light dissipated.

Louhu stood there, his body trembling slightly. His flame armor was mostly shattered, his kimono was covered with charred marks, and the flame in his single eye had dimmed considerably.

Yuuto stood still, the golden light of the spell remaining steady. His breathing was a little more rapid than before, but his eyes remained calm.

The remaining seven top-tier cursed spirits watched this scene in utter silence. This man had not only torn apart the souls of three of their companions, but had also directly withstood Louhu's ultimate attack.

But they haven't retreated yet.