Dugu Ming looked at Baili Hui with interest. His fingertips swept across the air, and blood-colored curse marks appeared on his fingertips like a long whip formed by moving curse words.
With a flick of his finger, the curse mark rushed out like a living creature and headed straight for Baili Hui.
Baili Hui waved the scythe in its hand and resisted with all its might, wanting to tear the curse mark apart.
However, the curse mark was even more agile than Baili Hui. It dodged Baili Hui's attack and stuck to its body, wrapping it up.
Baili Hui's hands and feet were tied up, and it couldn't maintain its balance. Its feet softened, and it fell straight to the ground.
Baili Hui was still struggling after landing. Everywhere its body touched the curse mark, thick smoke billowed and burned its skin.
"It's over." As Dugu Ming spoke, a blood-colored aura condensed on his fingertips and aimed at Baili Hui's heart.
