Curse Reply: After choosing Nawa, the cursed spirit cursed me for being cruel.

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"Are you deliberately trying to cause trouble? Just tell me if you're coming in or not."

"If your barrier is working properly, I'll definitely go in." Duanmu Yan's tone remained unhurried, which only fueled his anger.

"Hurry up and go in, damn it, why aren't you going in? Go in, go in!"

Duanmu Yan suddenly stared at her with a gloomy expression.

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The provocation tactic used to work every time on those powerful individuals, so why didn't it work this time?

Duanmu Yan, where is your dignity as the strongest?!

How can you hesitate because of a mere trap?!

Are you even a man? If you are, then hurry up and go inside!

Of course, these few words are enough to explain why the situation is so dire.

Duanmu Yan glanced at her for a moment before looking away, his tone returning to its previous indifference: "Heh, I hope the enemy you've prepared will bring me some pleasure. I'll let you off this time, but don't disappoint me."

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the barrier.

Although it had been tampered with and the aura of danger was strong, it was still far from threatening him.

Watching Duanmu Yan's figure disappear into the barrier, [the text abruptly ends here, likely due to an incomplete sentence or a formatting error.]

She turned to look at the small tree next to her that she had chopped down with one palm, and the more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She kicked it away, crossed her arms, and muttered angrily.

"That damned Duanmu Yan. Although I'm confident I can survive, this guy's aura is just too overwhelming."

She straightened her wind-blown clothes, stood up straight again, and a smile returned to her lips. "However, your foolishness ultimately triumphed over yourself. Knowing that I had tampered with the barrier, you still dared to step inside. That's why you were defeated."

At that moment, she suddenly noticed some liquid on the ground, slowly spreading from where she had just been standing.

She subconsciously touched her forehead, but there was no sweat.

When she looked down, she finally understood where the liquid had come from.

How could an enemy of this caliber possibly make her sweat? It turns out it was urine.

……

Duanmu Yan stepped into the barrier, his feet treading on a cracked asphalt road, with wild grass growing wildly in the cracks, some of it already knee-high.

The shop signs on both sides were rusty, the glass windows were mostly broken, and the remaining plastic mannequins lay on the ground with their arms torn off by something, the broken ends covered with mold.

The wind swept through the empty streets. In the distance, there were several apartment buildings with ivy covering the windows, leaving only a few dark balconies exposed.

This place... is truly desolate.

Chapter 245 Duruf

Duanmu Yan walked a little further, the air filled with a damp, musty smell and a faint stench of decay. Occasionally, he could see one or two residents with numb faces passing by the alley entrance, showing no interest in him, a stranger who had intruded into the abandoned neighborhood.

There are still people living here, though not many, so it's not a completely dead city.

At the same time, he felt a sense of oppression, like an invisible net descending from above, tightly enveloping him.

He was suppressed; his armor combination was temporarily locked.

"Interesting. The way to weaken me is to seal my spell?"

"Are you underestimating me? I can't use spells anymore, so am I that weak?"

Duanmu Yan was somewhat saddened, feeling that he had been looked down upon.

After all, he used to be a formidable opponent, and he enjoyed boxing against others.

With a sigh, Duanmu Yan wandered around the streets for a while longer before finally finding a small rural shop with a fairly intact storefront.

The shelves were covered with a thick layer of dust, but there were still a few unopened buckets of instant noodles.

He picked up a bucket at random and pulled out five sausages, three hard-boiled eggs, and a large bottle of mineral water.

He paid, used his magic to heat the noodles to a boil, and then, five minutes later, he squatted in front of a bench in an abandoned park, eating the noodles while experimenting.

After trying it several times, he roughly understood that this thing was at most a special-grade cursed artifact level barrier. It did have a suppression effect at the level of rules, but the so-called rules were nothing more than artificially defined rules and regulations.

Behind him stands the will of the entire Earth. No matter how strong the rules are, they cannot be stronger than the nature that nurtured them. Even the Prison Gate probably cannot imprison him for long.

He can undo it without much effort, as long as he wants to.

However, he did not rush to take action, because the situation actually piqued his interest.

A pure hand-to-hand combat is a perfect opportunity to test an idea that has been conceived for several years.

Without armor, without elements, only fists and body remained. This primitive and extreme fighting style gave him a long-lost sense of anticipation.

He threw the empty instant noodle container into the trash can, dusted off his trousers, and wasn't in a hurry to find those ancient sorcerers.

Why not take a stroll around this abandoned city first?

Not long after we started walking, a series of screams suddenly came from ahead.

Duanmu Yan casually stopped a "young man" who was about to run past him, but it turned out to be an old man who looked to be only in his fifties.

The old man was grabbed by the arm and struggled to run away, but Duanmu Yan simply pulled out a brand new 10,000 yuan banknote from his pocket.

The old man's expression changed, and with a speed far beyond his years, he stuffed the money into his pocket. Then he looked up and adopted a patient expression: "Oh, sir, your sincerity has touched me. Is there anything you would like to ask?"

"You're in such a hurry, something must have happened up ahead."

The old man pointed behind him and said in a low voice, "In an old residential area ahead, about twenty kilometers away, there's a strange loop that's expanding rapidly."

"Anyone inside that vicious cycle will die instantly, it really will. Young man, you're so young, run quickly, or it will be too late."

After saying this, the old man didn't wait for Duanmu Yan's response at all, and ran away, disappearing around the corner in the blink of an eye.

Duanmu Yan looked in the direction the old man was pointing.

He usually only extends his perception range to about ten kilometers around him, just enough to ensure he is not ambushed.

Although his maximum range of perception could cover the entire Tokyo area, maintaining that intensity continuously would be exhausting.

He then extended his senses further and indeed discovered the anomaly: many enormous shikigami were running around a central point along a fixed trajectory, and the ground in their path was undergoing some kind of change.

Based on the old man's description, he had roughly figured out who the enemy was.

Dulufu, one of the Four Heavenly Kings of Sendai, has been subjected to flesh for the second time.

He had come across this name in the Elders' Council's records and had some recollection of it. This person had once single-handedly suppressed a rebellion in a country. His magic was to summon shikigami, and the areas that those shikigami ran through would become his domain.

"His greatest achievement was suppressing a rebellion all by himself? That's quite interesting."

Duanmu Yan chuckled, turned around, and walked against the flow of people in that direction.

He walked a short distance in the direction the old man pointed out, and several kind-hearted elderly people saw him walking in and shouted at him to turn back quickly, saying that there were dead people inside.

He smiled and nodded, saying he understood.

When they were two or three kilometers away from the target, there was no one around, only a few lost shoes scattered on the ground.

A loud noise came from the side, and the giant shikigami emerged from behind the street corner. It was a giant groundhog, at least forty meters tall when standing upright, enough to have its own episode in Ultraman.

Duanmu Yan looked up at the enormous creature and casually waved to it.

The groundhog has no time for pleasantries with humans; its orders are to expand its territory and clear away any obstacles.

So it raised its giant hand, large enough to cover dozens of people, and stomped down on Duanmu Yan's head.

boom--

The ground trembled violently, and cracks extended dozens of meters outward from the point where the foot landed.

But the groundhog didn't feel the solid, reassuring feeling of stepping on the ground. Instead, it felt as if a thin needle was pressing against the sole of its foot, leaving only a small area of ​​pressure. No matter how hard it pressed down, it wouldn't budge.

The smoke and dust cleared.

Duanmu Yan supported himself with one hand on the fleshy pad that was larger than his entire body. The ground beneath his feet had been shattered into a spider web pattern, but he remained standing perfectly still.

His arm muscles bulged slightly, and his sleeves fluttered in the air currents, but he had a lazy look on his face.

"Although there are good and bad shikigami, I usually treat those that attack humans as cursed spirits."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly clenched his fingers and exerted force.

He actually lifted the 40-meter-tall giant groundhog up as if it were a spring in the air, and with a sudden swing, tossed its massive body high into the sky.

The groundhog shikigami frantically kicked its four thick, short legs, twisting and turning desperately in the air, trying to flip over and adjust its posture.

But it was too big, and could only watch helplessly as it got further and further away from the ground, and as the tiny human below slowly crouched down, his other hand slowly gathering strength at his side.

From its perspective, the human seemed to be radiating a black light representing death.

devil.

These are the only two words that can be thought of in the mind of the giant groundhog shikigami.

Duanmu Yan looked up at the enormous, still-twisting figure in mid-air, then stomped his foot, creating a crater tens of meters wide behind him. He transformed into a black shadow and shot straight into the sky.

"Black Flash!"

Chapter 246 Ninja? Is this a crossover?

"Black Flash!"

Duanmu Yan's right fist was wrapped in black light as he punched through the massive body of the giant groundhog shikigami.

The impact spread outwards from the point of impact, and the forty-meter-tall body instantly disintegrated into countless fragments, turning into countless points of light that dissipated into the air.

He landed on the roof of an abandoned apartment building next door and shook his fist.

Doruff was naturally able to sense the death of the groundhog shikigami.

Inside a dilapidated gymnasium, an old body sat cross-legged.

He was Druff, unlike the other resurrected people who were resurrected in their middle age, at the peak of their physical abilities.

Unlike him, as a pure shikigami user, his inner curse power was strongest and the number of shikigami was greatest when he was older.

He and the aluminum seemed to stagger, gray, and the food was presented in the "Four Snipers" (a type of ancient Chinese painting), and the mountain was suddenly covered with thorns, and the iron was twisted and burned.