The person was chanting a curse, but their hands were wielding the black magic.

"Little deer, why don't you just live like this for the rest of your life and never turn back into a human again?"

Fu Hei squatted by the bed, his hands supporting his chin, staring intently at the miniature version of Lu Ziyun in front of him.

"Hey bro, you smell really nice."

"Dude, your hands are so small."

"Brother...brother..."

Fu Hei moved closer and closer, almost pressing his face against Lu Ziyun's body.

After seeing the deer form again, Fukuro suddenly realized that the prison deer didn't smell as good as the deer. It was a completely new experience, like an epiphany that opened the door to a new world.

"electricity!!!"

Faced with Fu Hei's relentless pressure, Lu Ziyun also responded.

With a flick of her hand, several sharp bolts of lightning shot out from her fingertips and landed precisely on Fu Hei's body. The fluorescent lights flickered a few times due to the interference of the current, making the medical room alternately bright and dark.

Blue and white lightning crackled and popped across Fu Hei's dark body.

"Damn it!"

Fu Hei's body convulsed violently, wisps of blue smoke rising from it.

"Why did you shock me? The one who should be shocked is the source of evil, not the victim!"

Fu Hei's demonic brain, completely undeterred by the high-voltage charge, continued to operate stubbornly, attempting to justify its actions.

"Looks like I'll have to increase the battery capacity!"

Lu Ziyun increased her power once more, and even brighter lightning gathered between her small palms. Her chest, which was heaving slightly as she manipulated her incantation, exhaled another breath of turbid air.

Of course, in Fuhei's eyes, this was just moaning.

"A mouthful of gourd! Strong teeth!"

Countless bolts of lightning danced and crisscrossed Fu Hei's body, yet he wore an expression of utter ecstasy on his face.

Until the door to the medical room was pushed open again.

"Um, maybe I came at the wrong time."

The plane's nose had barely peeked through the door when it immediately retreated.

Shi Liulong's head lingered at the doorway for less than half a second before disappearing even faster.

"This is a misunderstanding. Come back and let me explain, or I'll shock you too!"

Lu Ziyun remained in the electric discharge posture, residual electric arcs dancing on her fingertips, and shouted towards the door.

After several electrotherapy sessions, Fu Hei finally returned to normal. He shook his head, letting the last few strands of electricity fall from his hair, took a deep breath, and his eyes regained their clarity.

"It seems you're all alright now."

Shi Liulong leaned against a corner of the medical room, arms crossed, and looked at the two people who still had the strength to discharge electricity and were being shocked, and breathed a sigh of relief.

The three looked at each other. Although they all had countless wounds on their bodies, some wrapped in bandages and some with bloodstains still wet, they had now transformed into peace and relief in their eyes.

Sunlight streamed through the window, casting a golden outline on the three figures. Birds chirped outside, and a gentle breeze stirred the curtains.

Everyone survived unharmed.

"I certainly wouldn't dare say I'm completely unharmed!"

As soon as Lu Ziyun jumped off the bed, his oversized hospital gown fell off again, revealing one of his fair shoulders, but he no longer cared.

With legs firmly planted on the ground, he assumed a horse stance, his small feet firmly planted on the floor, his knees slightly bent, and his center of gravity lowered.

The force of the punches flowed out, forming a stance. One punch, two punches, the movements were clean and crisp, carrying a maturity and composure beyond his years.

He needs to assess whether his abilities have been affected by his reduced age.

A flash of lightning, as always.

An electric arc danced on his fist, crackling and hissing, though much weaker than in his prime.

However, while he lost some of his strength, his small size actually made him more agile, more flexible, and quicker to turn.

After watching Lu Ziyun unleash several punches, Shi Liulong gave his assessment. He narrowed his eyes slightly, carefully savoring every detail he had just witnessed:

"Is there some change in my body? Why do I feel a third gust of wind from the punch when I attack?"

As fellow martial arts experts, Shi Liulong noticed this.

Even though Lu Ziyun had only thrown out two punches, a third whooshing sound rang out around him. The sound was faint and rapid, as if something was swiftly cutting through the air.

Fu Heiri: "And there's another whip kick, swinging it around."

Shi Liulong: "???"

Halfway through his dance, Lu Ziyun suddenly froze. He stared at his fists, a troubled expression on his face, his small hands trembling slightly as they hung in mid-air.

"What's wrong, Little Deer?"

Fu Hei immediately moved to stand in front of Lu Ziyun, squatted down, and looked directly into her big eyes.

Then he noticed that Lu Ziyun's expression was far worse than he had ever seen before.

Even when she was about to be killed by Su Nuo's elbow, even when she was covered in blood and on the verge of death, Lu Ziyun had never shown such a desperate expression.

That expression was like an empty shell whose soul had been ripped out.

Could it be some kind of irreversible, serious damage?

Looking at the brothers who had gathered around, and seeing Fu Hei's concerned gaze, Lu Ziyun finally opened her mouth slowly, letting out a hoarse voice:

"I...I think I can't release the spell anymore."

"I can't use the Mythical Beast Amber anymore!!!"

Lu Ziyun mourned in despair, her hands hanging limply at her sides.

"That's a good thing!"

Fu Hei Gui's brain instantly produced the answer.

"Now that we've covered the advantages, what about the disadvantages?"

"What's so good about it! Is my technique not strong enough?!"

For Lu Ziyun, who pursued martial arts, losing a major skill had an immeasurable impact on his self-esteem.

"Could it be because of my age that I haven't fully mastered it? Or is it because..."

Lu Ziyun muttered to herself, her brows furrowed, trying to find a reasonable explanation for her loss.

The little hands clenched and unclenched, unclenched and clenched again, as if trying to confirm whether these hands were still their own.

Just then, Shi Liulong offered a different perspective.

"What if—and I mean what—redeveloping new techniques is actually another path to delving into the mysteries of magic?"

Shi Liulong spoke slowly.

"What do you mean?" Fu Hei couldn't figure out Shi Liulong's opinion either. He turned his head and looked at the tall man.

"What I mean is..."

"Perhaps, Lu Ziyun could try to change the direction of technique development and shift it to—"

He paused for a moment, as if to confirm whether what he was about to say was correct.

"Domain expansion?"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Lu's clear eyes revealed an unprecedented shock.