298: Master, is he dead?

Li Wuji's eyes narrowed, and facing such Curse Power, he instead felt a sense of excitement.

Because no matter how powerful this Curse Power was now, if he could master it, the benefits to him would be immense.

But thoughts were just thoughts; the most important thing now was to overcome the current crisis.

Through the previous battles and observations, Li Wuji discovered the drawback of this Curse Power: the opponent's methods were only effective if they were unexpected.

Otherwise, once one was prepared and circulated spiritual energy in advance to resist, they could detect and evade or resist the Curse Power the moment it arrived, preventing it from entering their body.

As his will moved, the God-Demon Flame on his body suddenly shone brightly, transforming into a dark golden fire dragon that circled around him.

The deafening sound of the dragon's roar formed a stark contrast with the stagnant dark purple runes surrounding it.

"Even if your strength is extraordinary, this is still outside the Forbidden Ground. You still can't kill me!"

Li Wuji murmured, his hands rapidly forming seals. Each hand seal was accompanied by a subtle resonance between heaven and earth.

The dark golden fire dragon surrounding him suddenly erupted, roaring as it directly lunged towards those dark purple runes.

Some of the dark purple, eerie runes seemed to come alive, instantly condensing into a two-meter-long Cursed Evil Mosquito that met the incoming fire dragon!

The Cursed Evil Mosquito flapped its wings and flew, surrounded by a more concentrated and twisted dark purple light. Each flap of its wings seemed to tear space, emitting a heart-pounding buzzing sound.

It collided violently with the dark golden fire dragon in mid-air. The moment they collided, a dazzling light and deafening roar erupted, and the surrounding space was torn apart by this force.

Li Wuji's expression was solemn. He could feel that although the Cursed Evil Mosquito wasn't large, the power it contained was astonishing, almost comparable to his fully unleashed God-Demon Flame, and even suppressing it.

Even if the God-Demon Flame could suppress this Curse Power, this Curse Power now was the power of the Curse Evil Mosquito Queen, not on the same level as the Curse Power of those previous small fries.

Moreover, the difference in power between him and the opponent was vast, and even the God-Demon Flame couldn't bridge this gap.

Soon, in the confrontation between the two, the mysterious flame gradually showed signs of decline. The dark golden flames were rapidly eroded upon contact with the Cursed Evil Mosquito, becoming dim and lackluster.

To avoid being corroded by this Curse Power, Li Wuji could only continuously release the God-Demon Flame, which rapidly consumed his spiritual energy.

However, his combat achievements were also significant. Those dark purple mysterious runes gradually dimmed and dispersed during the battle. Now, the mysterious runes remaining in the sky were less than one-third of what they were before.

"Human, you are very special, but before absolute power, everything is in vain!"

The Curse Evil Mosquito Queen's voice rang out again, and the sky within the Nether Blood Sea instantly dimmed, as if the world had ended.

Those dark purple runes that were originally stagnant suddenly accelerated their rotation as if they had received some kind of blessing, forming a massive vortex that sucked in the surrounding God-Demon Flame.

Immediately after, an unprecedentedly powerful Curse Power erupted from the center of the vortex, surging directly towards Li Wuji.

Facing this sudden change, Li Wuji's expression slightly changed. He entered the Mystic Ethereal state again, but the massive amount of Curse Power still locked onto him.

Li Wuji's expression was extremely solemn. He then closed his eyes and concentrated, fusing his spiritual energy and God-Demon Flame to the extreme, preparing to fight to the death.

When he opened his eyes again, his pupils shimmered with purple-golden light, as if they could see through all the illusions in the world.

"Get lost!"

With a roar of anger, a massive purple-golden dragon, formed from pure God-Demon Flame, soared out from within him.

The giant dragon carried the momentum of destroying heaven and earth, charging towards the vortex composed of dark purple runes.

The moment the purple-golden dragon collided with the vortex, the entire space seemed to be torn apart by this force. Light and roars intertwined, forming a shocking scene.

"Boom!"

Accompanied by this deafening, sky-shattering roar, an indescribable surge of violent power instantly erupted.

The majestic mountain peak that had previously soared into the clouds was completely destroyed in the blink of an eye, along with everything within a radius of several thousand meters.

Whether it was towering trees or jagged rocks, everything was reduced to nothing under the impact of this heaven-and-earth-destroying energy.

On the ground, a bottomless, massive pit with a diameter of several hundred meters appeared.

The soil and rocks at the edge of the pit were scorched black, as if they had just been burned by the fires of purgatory.

And around this giant pit, a chilling aura of terror still permeated.

This aura was like a tangible substance, tightly entwining every inch of space, making one's heart pound violently just by getting a little closer, and a deep sense of fear and trepidation would spontaneously arise.

At the same time, above the sky, those dark purple runes that had originally appeared mysterious did not disappear completely due to the explosion.

Instead, they seemed to be pulled by some invisible force and began to slowly re-gather.

Gradually, these runes actually condensed into a pair of eyes filled with majesty and oppressive power.

These eyes were like those from the depths of the Nine Nether Hell, cold and ruthless, staring fixedly at the land below that was already beyond recognition, as well as everything around it.

Time passed second by second. The pair of strange eyes remained suspended in the air. Suddenly, a gentle breeze blew past.

This wisp of breeze seemed insignificant, but when it came into contact with the mysterious eyes, it was as if it triggered a chain reaction.

The pair of eyes was seen trembling slightly a few times, then gradually became blurred, and finally dissipated without a trace along with the breeze.

The entire world returned to tranquility again, as if the breathtaking explosion just now had never happened.

However, not long after, a black figure suddenly streaked across the distant horizon.

This black figure was extremely fast, rushing towards this direction like a bolt of lightning.

This turned out to be the Six-Winged Dragon-Devouring Centipede that had previously fled the Nether Blood Sea first.

At this moment, its incomparably hard exoskeleton was flickering with a dim light, clearly having suffered considerable injuries during the previous battle or escape.

The Six-Winged Dragon-Devouring Centipede flew above this area of ruins, circled a few times, and then stopped.

Its six pairs of meter-long wings kept fluttering, as if it was sensing something.

And when it finally saw clearly the scene before it that had completely changed, an expression of unconcealed astonishment immediately appeared in its numerous pairs of eyes.

"Mas... Master, dead, dead?"