"Terrifying, truly terrifying~"
In the northern Weiyuan City, atop Fu Yue Mountain, Shiyu Genmi jumped off a helicopter and arrived at the ancient shrine ruins. In the distance, a blood-colored giant hand stood at the center of the city, making everything appear incredibly minuscule.
"I can't take it, has that thing's power increased again? Give it a few more years, and I fear the Three Great Countries will harden their hearts and send a combined force to exterminate it. We really have timed this well!" He tapped on Shiyu Zhongyi's head, "Understand why I asked you to come back?"
Shiyu Zhongyi nodded, "Understood."
"When you understand, you better hurry and help your old man, my legs are almost gone."
Black liquid trickled from Shiyu Genmi's pant legs; his legs had melted halfway while he spoke. Shiyu Zhongyi hurriedly supported his father and used the powers of the Curse Scale to suppress this bone-deep curse.
