While I was chanting a curse, the system said I was Xiao Yan?

Chapter 176 Crossing the River and Destroying the Bridge

His voice remained steady, but a slight hesitation appeared in his tone: "I haven't even started the Death Return journeys in other regions yet. Do I no longer need them?"

Lu Su shook his head and put his hands back in his pockets: "It's not necessary. Before you came, to be precise, about ten minutes ago, the entire 'Death Return Tour' across Japan had already been activated."

Xia Youjie's pupils contracted, and his face darkened: ".....What did you say?"

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"I'm saying that the barrier in Osaka had a backdoor from the very beginning."

Lu Suo's smile deepened: "When you opened the Osaka Death Annihilation Return, that backdoor was already activated. You don't need to open them one by one. As long as the barrier in Osaka exists for a long enough time, it will automatically spread to other cities."

He paused, as if appreciating Xia Youjie's reaction: "You don't really think I have no backup plan, do you?"

Xia Youjie was silent for a moment, his breathing became heavy, but he quickly calmed down.

His gaze lingered on Lu Suo's face for a long time, as if he were re-examining the person in front of him, before he spoke, his voice several degrees colder than before: "...You've been using me from the very beginning."

Lu Su nodded, the movement small but without any hesitation: "You could say that your mission was completed the moment you opened the Death Return in Osaka."

Xia Youjie's voice remained calm, but his eyes were devoid of any warmth: "You've told me so much... even the nuclear bombing plan. You really don't intend to let me leave alive, do you?"

Lu Suo did not deny it.

He simply stood there, the wind blowing across the square, causing the hem of his clothes to flutter slightly, but the composed smile on his lips never faded.

"You are no longer of any use, and besides..."

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He glanced sideways at the ten bombers preparing for takeoff; the engine roar was already at the frequency of imminent takeoff, and ground crew were making their final evacuation from the runway: "Your presence may affect the subsequent plans."

He withdrew his gaze and looked back at Xia Youjie, his voice casual: "So, to bring our cooperation to a perfect close, let's end it here."

Xia Youjie looked into his eyes and remained silent for a moment. Then he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly opened them. His expression became calm, as if he had made a decision.

He raised his hands from his robe, palms facing upwards, and black mist surged from his palms, spreading in all directions like a flood bursting its banks. It churned and expanded in the air, covering the entire helipad in the blink of an eye.

Within the black mist, one after another, dark red compound eyes lit up, and then they surged out of the black mist. Accompanied by the dense sound of wing vibrations and the hissing of shells rubbing against each other, twenty Black Mud Deaths poured out of the black mist, covering the sky and blotting out the sun!

They looked exactly like the previous one, with a dark brown, glossy carapace, six long legs, and tentacles protruding from the sides of their mouthparts, but their numbers made everything look completely different.

Twenty top-tier cursed spirits appeared in the sky at the same time. The buzzing sound created by the vibration of their wings was like a wall of sound waves pressing in from all directions, making people's eardrums buzz.

Their compound eyes gleamed coldly in the sunlight, and their mouthparts opened, emitting a dense hissing sound, like a pot of boiling water, enveloping the entire tarmac in a thick, suffocating sense of oppression.

Xia Youjie stood in front of the swarm of insects, the hem of his cassock billowing backward in the airflow created by the vibration of his wings, but his posture was steady, the light shining through the layers of black insects, locking onto the figure opposite him.

His voice was calm, like a rock emerging from the eye of a storm: "You've given me a good reason to fight my way out of here."

As Lu Suo gazed at the swarm of insects that blotted out the sky, the smile on his lips did not fade; instead, it became even brighter.

His gaze swept across the surface of the swarm, as if admiring a work of art slowly unfolding: "They actually produced twenty top-tier cursed spirits and nearly a hundred first-tier cursed spirits in one go! ...It's even more spectacular than I imagined!"

"Truly worthy of being called the Cursed Spirit Manipulation Technique!"

On the base's helipad, black fog filled the air, and swarms of insects surged in the sky. Under Xia Youjie's command, the Black Mu Dead did not attack immediately. They hovered, gathered, and dispersed in the air, forming a net made of living creatures that blocked most of Suo's retreat route.

The bombers on the ground, which were preparing for takeoff, were forced to pause their takeoff procedures by the low-altitude hovering of the swarm of insects. The pilots in the cockpits looked at the dense, dark brown figures outside the portholes, and their fingers on the control sticks trembled slightly.

Xia Youjie stood behind the swarm of insects, his gaze piercing through the layers of cockroach spirits, locking onto the figure opposite him.

Behind the bulletproof glass of the command center, General Ross and several officers could be seen staring in disbelief at the battle outside that was beyond their comprehension.

The dark cloud layer composed of cursed spirits was expanding at a visible speed, and the buzzing sound of its wings vibrating transmitted into the command center through the bulletproof glass, reflecting back and forth between the walls to form a continuous low-frequency roar.

Some people instinctively took a step back, while others placed their fingers on the holsters at their waists, but no one made any real move because they simply did not understand what was happening in front of them.

Lu Suo stood calmly surrounded by the swarm of insects. The black-clad insects hovered above his head, looking for an opportunity to attack, but none of them actively approached within ten meters of him. It wasn't because they didn't want to attack, but because Xia Youjie hadn't given the order yet; they were just waiting.

Then, a fierce glint flashed in Xia Youjie's eyes, and he pointed forward. Instantly, all the cursed spirits rushed forward, ready to have a feast!

Lu Suo smiled slightly, raised his right hand, spread his five fingers, palm down, and reversed the spell: Anti-gravity device!

"Buzz!"

A deep hum spread through the air, like a taut string being plucked. An invisible force pressed down from the palm of the Punishment Rope, covering a wider area than the naked eye could perceive. Centered on his body, the air pressure in the entire area instantly became heavy.

The dozen or so Black Mushrooms at the forefront were all pressed to the ground at the same moment. Their bodies were pressed against the concrete as if by an invisible mountain. Their shells began to crack from their backs, and dark purple liquid seeped out from the cracks, spreading along the patterns on their shells into irregular patches.

Their six legs thrashed desperately, trying to break free from the immense pressure, but each struggle only added new cracks to their shells, the force making it impossible for them to move an inch.

Lu Suo's voice came from the hissing of the insect swarm, calm and clear: "In the end, cursed spirits are just a collection of negative human emotions."

He raised his other hand, and a black-haired monster that was trying to flank him from the side was lifted into the air by an invisible force. Its six legs struggled futilely in the air, its mouth opened and closed, emitting a piercing screech, and its wings could not fully unfold under the heavy pressure.

"If they are facing ordinary sorcerers who don't know how to control their magical power, they can indeed cause quite a bit of trouble."

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Lu Suo's hand grasped the head of the black-faced monster, a faint white light seeping from his fingertips. The light was gentle and pure, like the sunlight shining on the snow on a winter afternoon. It was a reversal technique that only a very few talented people could master, and it was an even rarer external projection!

"But if it falls into the hands of someone who has mastered the reversal technique and can project it outwards..."

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White light surged from the palm into the head of the Black-Headed Demon. Its body stiffened abruptly, and the dark red luster on the surface of its carapace dimmed in an instant, as if something had drained it from the inside.

Then its body began to disintegrate from the head, cracks spreading along the lines of its carapace to its entire body, and dark purple liquid gushed out from the cracks, evaporating into dark mist the moment it came into contact with the air.

It tried to struggle, but the energy of the reversal spell was disintegrating its magical structure from the inside. The body, formed from negative emotions, was like snow exposed to the sun in the face of positive energy, dissipating layer by layer from the outside in, from the surface to the bottom.

...and then it becomes completely harmless!

The body of the black creature completely vanished, turning into a cloud of black mist that was blown away by the wind and drifted in the air, leaving only a few dark purple liquid traces on the ground, proving that it had once existed.

The moment Xia Youjie saw Rosso demonstrate the reversal technique, he had already made his judgment in his mind.

There's no chance of winning in a direct confrontation!

He moved his body slightly backward, controlling a bird-like spirit to begin retreating, its wings tilting backward in preparation for takeoff.

His movements were so light they were almost imperceptible, and with countless cursed spirits shielding him, he began to rise directly into the sky!

But Rosso wouldn't let him achieve his goal so easily. Just as Xia Youjie's vehicle left the ground, Rosso's figure had already disappeared from the spot.

He took flight at incredible speed, even generating a white shockwave. He instantly appeared below the bird-like spirit, his right hand in a claw shape, fingers joined together, the fingertips covered with a layer of white reversed spell power, precisely piercing the bird-like spirit's abdomen.

The bird-like spirit let out a short, miserable cry. The pierced area instantly disintegrated, and the damage continued to spread outwards from the wound. The feathers and muscle tissue formed from the cursed power were dissipating into black mist at a visible speed!

The flapping of its wings lost power in that instant, and its body began to tilt toward the ground.

Xia Youjie fell off the back of the dissipating cursed spirit. His body flipped half a circle in the air to adjust his posture, and his feet landed on the ground with his knees slightly bent to absorb the impact of the fall.

A ring of fine cracks appeared on the cement floor beneath his feet, and dust rose from the cracks.

He looked up at Lu Suo, who had landed not far from him. His expression remained calm, but his eyes were more serious than before. His breathing rhythm had been readjusted the moment he landed. His gaze shifted from Lu Suo for a moment, then swept over the bombers preparing for takeoff on the tarmac, before returning to his original position.

Lu Suo landed not far away and did not pursue. He stood there looking at Xia Youjie, his voice carrying an almost generous composure: "If you have any other tricks up your sleeve, then use them while you still have a chance."

Xia Youjie took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled.

He raised his hands from his robe, fingers spread, palms facing upwards. In that instant, his body seemed to be ignited from within, black mist surging out from his body, more intense and violent than ever before, like a flood bursting its banks, gushing from every pore and swirling and expanding around his body.

"Spirit Manipulation Technique Ultimate - Whirlpool!"

The black mist gathered above his head into a huge vortex, like a spinning black hole, pulling everything around it toward the center.

The rubble on the ground was sucked into the vortex, the residual curse energy in the air was drawn into the vortex, and the broken and dissipated fragments of Hei Musi were also pulled by the gravity towards the center of the vortex.

Within the vortex, the figures of cursed spirits emerged one after another, their outlines flashing by in the swirling black mist. Some were toad-shaped, some bird-shaped, some humanoid and twisted, and some were indistinct and blurry.

Each one was quickly sucked into the deepest part of the vortex after it appeared, like dry firewood thrown into a furnace, becoming part of the expanding stream of magical power.

Xia Youjie’s resolute voice came from below the vortex: “I will release all the curse power of all four thousand cursed spirits at once!”

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His eyes shone brightly, like two burning embers, locked onto the figure ahead: "This strike will be all I have!"

He pressed his hands down sharply, and the vortex exploded above his head. The power of the four thousand cursed spirits surged out from the center of the vortex, like a torrent of energy pouring down from Xia Youjie's head toward Rosso!

Dark gray energy burned in the air, pushing the surrounding temperature to an unbearable level.

The ground began to crack under the pressure of that torrent, the parking equipment on both sides of the runway was blown away by the shock wave, and even the armored vehicles parked in the distance were pushed backward by that energy flow.

Lu Suo stood there, looking up at the approaching torrent of cursed power, his expression still calm, his gaze sweeping across the surface of the torrent.

Then he turned his head and glanced at the bombers in the direction of the torrent of cursed power. Inside were missiles carrying nuclear warheads. Further away, at the end of the runway and the edge of the tarmac, two figures were standing there.

A boy with short pink hair leaned against the side panel of an armored vehicle, his hands behind his head, in a casual posture, as if he were watching a performance that had nothing to do with him. Beside him stood a woman with red stripes on her short hair, who was respectful and silent.

Lu Suo withdrew his gaze and looked again at the approaching torrent of cursed power: "A good idea, forcing me into a direct confrontation, but unfortunately..."

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He clasped his hands together in front of him, fingertips touching, and his expression finally became more serious, but that seriousness was more like the focus of an appraiser examining a work of art about to be unveiled, rather than the tension of facing a threat.

"Domain Expansion!"

His voice was deep, as if he were chanting some ancient incantation: "The womb is everywhere!"