Curse Returns: Eight Extraordinary Skills? I lack nothing.

They were two shikigami summoned by a sorcerer before his death during the Songjiang Incident.

The sorcerer's ability was extremely rare; he could bring any creature he conceived to life, at the cost of his own life.

Therefore, Tom and Jerry are closer to the embodiment of a certain concept.

To put it simply, they are characters that pop out of comedic anime, belonging to the realm of conceptual gods.

Their existence defies common sense; they are immortal, infinitely regenerating, and can freely retrieve items from other dimensions.

These are things etched into their design.

But conversely, they can't do anything to the real person either.

The transformation of non-action makes real people almost immune to all physical damage.

Bones can be set back on their original shape, and torn flesh can heal itself. Even a flattened head can be pinched back into a round shape.

As long as his soul remains intact, his body can regenerate infinitely under the guidance of his soul, and even if he is blasted into mincemeat, he can stand up again.

After twenty minutes of fighting, none of the four guys could take down the others. The two sides were locked in a stalemate, neither able to gain the upper hand.

“You guys…” Zhenren tilted his head, “are really annoying.”

Before he could finish speaking, a sudden change occurred.

Above their heads, hundreds of talismans silently appeared from the void.

They floated in the air, with bursts of lightning constantly surging around them.

These talismans formed a magic array in the sky.

It's working.

Not long after, just a few seconds, dark clouds surged in from all directions and gathered over the commercial street.

Lightning flashed in the clouds, accompanied by deafening roars.

The real person, sensing all of this, looked up at the sky, alarm bells ringing in their heart.

He instinctively sensed danger.

Before he could react, countless bolts of lightning struck down from the clouds.

The blue and white lightning bolts, as dense as rain, were aimed at the real person in the middle of the street.

The first bolt of lightning struck the real man's head, but he dodged to the side. The lightning struck the ground and blasted a charred crater.

The second and third lightning bolts followed closely behind. The real man darted through the gaps in the lightning like a slippery eel, his figure elusive, each time barely brushing the edge of the lightning.

But there are too many pitfalls.

After barely dodging several attacks, he was finally unable to dodge and was struck on the left shoulder by a bolt of lightning.

The lightning exploded, and the real person let out a scream.

This is no ordinary lightning.

It is lightning from the Five Thunder Talisman.

They gnawed directly at his soul, the pain exploding from the depths of his marrow, not the burning pain of flesh, but an indescribable agony surging up from the deepest part of his soul.

The real person staggered and knelt down on the ground, a look of panic appearing in their eyes for the first time.

This was the first time he had ever been truly attacked.

He had never felt pain before.

The real man gritted his teeth and pressed his hands hard against his chest.

Hidden there are dozens of fleshy lumps, compressed into the size of marbles by the transformation of non-action.

Each lump of flesh represents a human body that he has modified.

He ripped open his collar and flung the lumps of flesh into the air.

The mass of flesh swelled in the air, its twisted limbs stretched out again, and its deformed torso exploded from its shriveled state, recovering into a complete modified body within seconds like an inflated balloon.

Dozens of modified bodies staggered and flew into the sky, using their mutilated bodies to block the real people's heads.

The lightning struck the modified body, splattering blood and flesh, and filling the air with a burnt smell.

They acted like layers of fleshy shields, forcefully blocking the bombardment of the Five Thunder Talisman.

The price was that dozens of modified bodies were reduced to charcoal, with bits of flesh and charred bones scattered all over the ground.

The man was panting heavily, his medium-length blue hair was a mess, and his face was covered in ash and black liquid.

He raised his head and looked at the hundreds of talismans still circulating in the sky, his heterochromatic pupils reflecting an uneasy light.

He never expected that the attacks from these talismans could directly damage his soul.

This was something he had never encountered since he was born.

Before he could even catch his breath, a streak of light shot down from the eastern horizon.

The light was so bright, it looked as if someone had pulled a star down from the sky.

It moved so fast that the naked eye could only catch a blurry blue-white afterimage.

The trail of light drew a long arc across the night sky, like a sharp blade slicing the heavens in two, before finally crashing into the center of the commercial street.

The lightning exploded, sending debris flying and creating a crater several meters in diameter in the ground.

The dust settled.

The person who arrived was none other than Youren.

He stood steadily at the bottom of the pit, his feet sinking into the cracked cement, his body still wreathed in lingering blue-white arcs of electricity.

The Reverse Life Triple Realm had already been activated, and a bright white light slowly flowed around him, intertwining with the lightning arcs to form a halo that appeared and disappeared.

White hair, as white as silk threads formed by moonlight, gently drifting in the night breeze.

Her skin was as white as jade, and when she stood there, she looked like a jade statue that had stepped out of a myth.

The lightning attack just now was the Five Thunder Talisman he created using the Tongtian Talisman.

He had long wanted to test whether the Five Thunder Talisman could directly touch the soul.

Thunder magic is of the highest yang and strongest nature, specifically designed to subdue yin, evil spirits, and ghosts; it can directly attack and destroy the soul, spirit, and primordial spirit.

After localization, in addition to retaining the original functions, it has the effect of reversing spells for cursed spirits.

In the original novel, when Zhang Lingyu used the Tongtianlu Five Thunder Talisman to strike the Shadow Ghost, the Ghost was extremely wary, indicating that being hit would directly cause its soul to be scattered.

Therefore, Yu Ren chose the Five Thunder Talisman as his first attack, wanting to see if it could affect the soul of a real person.

The results were so obvious that it was a huge unexpected bonus.

Yuuto raised his head, his gaze coldly fixed on the blue cursed spirit in the middle of the street.

"Panda, step back," Yuuto said to the people behind him.

The panda, panting heavily, took a few steps back with its round body and plopped down on the ruins, resting its paws on its knees and breathing heavily.

Tom pulled a small flag from behind his back that read "Go for it!"

Jerry sat on Tom's head and retreated with him.

Yu Ren's gaze never left the real person.

His right thumb pushed the Kikuichimonji out of its sheath an inch, and with a flash of light, a chilling killing intent surged out like a tidal wave, overwhelming everything in its path.

The real person's pupils suddenly contracted.

He didn't recognize the person in front of him, but he felt a sense of oppression deep in his bones.

It was a completely different kind of oppressive feeling from the previous three, belonging to the top of the food chain.

"Who...who are you?" The real person's voice was very low, and the smile that was supposed to be a half-smile on the corner of his mouth had completely disappeared.

Yuuto did not answer.

He slowly drew the Kikuichimonji, its silver-white blade fully unsheathed, imbued with lightning magic, blue-white arcs of electricity leaping across the blade, crackling with a sound.

The tip of the blade pointed at the real man, and the moonlight flowed along the blade, reflecting the silvery-white light onto the man's face.

"Who am I? I'm here to kill you, of course!"

Before Yuuto could finish speaking, he had already rushed out.

Lightning exploded beneath his feet, propelling him forward at such a speed that the naked eye could only perceive a blurry blue-white afterimage.

Twenty meters is but a blink of an eye in the face of Lei Fa's teleportation.

The real person's pupils contracted sharply, and they instinctively dodged to the side.

The blade grazed his cheek, severing several strands of his long blue hair with its silvery-white edge. The strands drifted slowly through the air, like severed spider silk.

Yuuto's first strike missed, but his second strike followed immediately.

With a flick of his wrist, Yu Ren swept the blade across, aiming straight for the real man's neck.

The man leaned back, the tip of the knife grazing above his Adam's apple, leaving a shallow bloodstain on his pale skin from the resulting aura.

Fresh blood seeped from the wound and slid down the neck.

The man subconsciously reached out to touch it, his fingertips touching the warm liquid, and a look of disbelief appeared in his eyes.

The longsword, imbued with the Five Thunderbolts Orthodox Law, still possessed the power to directly strike the soul of a special being like a True Person. The moment the blade's energy slashed through, his soul trembled, as if branded with a hot iron.

One slash after another, each aimed at a vital spot.

The real man retreated repeatedly, his steps faltering, and his black robe was ripped in several places by the flash of the blade.

He tried to create distance, but Yuuto's speed was ridiculously fast. No matter which direction he dodged, the long sword in Yuuto's hand would appear in front of him like a shadow.

The real person frantically dodged and looked for an opportunity.

Having dodged a fatal blow, at the cost of having his left ear cut off, Makoto seized the opportunity, spread his five fingers, and reached for Yuuto's arm.

Transformation through non-action.

His palm touched Yuu's sleeve. Before the real man could even curl up his lips, a strange sensation traveled up from his fingertips.

The golden light membrane flowed across You's body, isolating the power of effortless transformation from the outside.

That layer of golden light was like an insurmountable city wall; no matter how the real person activated the spell, it could not penetrate even a fraction of it.