Jackie Chan: The Supreme Sorcerer, invited by his father to come out of seclusion.

Chapter 132 The Power of Cursed Blue! The Battle of Black Qi!

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An invisible current of air suddenly erupted.

It is neither a trickle nor a gentle breeze.

Instead, it was an extremely violent torrent of energy, like the roar of an invisible behemoth, that instantly devoured Zhou Lan's massive body.

The space itself seemed to distort as a result, emitting a creaking sound that made your teeth ache.

However, unlike the previous times, the gates of hell did not open in response.

The magical energy surged forth like raging waves crashing against the shore, one after another, relentlessly battering Zhou Lan.

But this time, the power that should have terrified the demons was merely like waves crashing against a reef; though it was powerful, it could not shake the reef in the slightest.

The air magic only briefly restrained Zhou Lan.

Zhou Lan frowned, his chiseled face now filled with gloom.

His scarlet eyes, like two burning will-o'-the-wisps, slowly turned toward the backup spaceship.

That gaze was cold, sinister, and filled with a suffocating sense of oppression.

It seemed to penetrate the thick metal shell, ignoring all obstacles, and directly lock onto Tru inside the spaceship.

Tru felt a chill run down his spine and up to the back of his head, making the hairs on his body stand on end.

It felt as if I was being watched by an ancient, ferocious beast, and my soul was trembling with fear.

An indescribable rage, like a volcanic eruption, surged wildly from the depths of Zhou Lan's heart, instantly igniting his reason.

He is Zhou Lan!

Moon Demon!

A powerful being that once roamed the universe and made countless star fields tremble!

Now, they are being interfered with and even restrained by the magic of mere humans!

This is an absolute disgrace!

It's an indelible stain!

In Zhou Lan's eyes, human magic is nothing more than a child's scribbles, the struggle of ants, and cannot be compared with the power of gods.

He had scorned human magic countless times, believing it to be fragile and easily defeated.

But now, this is what he considers...

"A trivial skill"

The magic, however, did indeed affect him and hinder his plans!

shame!

An intolerable and unforgivable disgrace!

In Zhou Lan's eyes, a ghostly blue light flickered wildly, like two will-o'-the-wisps swaying in the wind, ready to explode at any moment.

His chest was churning with rage, and he wished he could immediately unleash all his gravity to grind that obstructive spaceship, along with the humans inside who dared to offend him, into dust and wipe them away completely!

In order to wash away the shame they have suffered!

However, reality, like a cold, biting wind, ruthlessly extinguished the fire of anger in his heart.

He painfully discovered that he was unable to do so for the time being.

He has already expended a great deal of magic power in order to manipulate the moon's gravity and counteract the power of the lotus bag.

A wave of weakness washed over him, eroding his strength like a relentless tide.

In addition, the continuous restraint from the Qi magic acted like invisible shackles, firmly binding him and leaving him unable to spare any attention or extricate himself.

At this moment, Zhou Lan was like a giant beast trapped in a quagmire, caught between a rock and a hard place, with no way to use his strength.

Suddenly, Zhou Lan found herself in an unprecedented dilemma.

On the other end.

Inside the spaceship, Tru's eyes widened, his mouth gaped open, and his jaw almost dropped to the ground. He stared intently at the Cursed Blue on the screen, which was enveloped in air currents yet remained motionless, his mind completely blank.

"This...how is this possible?"

Tru's voice trembled with disbelief, as if he had seen a ghost. He rubbed his eyes hard, thinking he was hallucinating.

However, on the screen, Zhou Lan's enormous body was still clearly visible.

"Air magic...it didn't work?"

Tru's voice became slightly stuttering. He remembered his father saying that air magic was the most powerful of all magic.

But now, this most powerful magic is ineffective against Zhou Lan?

A chill ran from Tru's feet to the top of his head. He felt as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over him from head to toe.

"What to do? What to do?"

Tru panicked, completely at a loss. He paced around the spaceship like a cat on a hot tin roof, not knowing what to do.

"Oh, right, Dad!"

Tru slapped his forehead as if he had grasped a lifeline. He quickly picked up the communicator and dialed his father's number.

"Dad, Dad, something terrible has happened!"

Tru's voice was hurried and flustered.

"Air magic is useless against Cursed Blue!"

On the other end of the communicator came my father's voice, tinged with seriousness:

"True, don't panic, Dad knows."

"Dad, what do we do now?"

Tru asked urgently, his voice filled with helplessness.

"Oh dear, this Zhou Lan is indeed difficult to deal with."

The old man's voice paused for a moment.

"The magical powers he wields are the most terrifying among the eight great demons, making it extremely difficult to seal him away."

"I'm afraid it's not possible to do it with just the tokens of the immortal god and air magic."

Tru's heart sank to the bottom. He gripped the communicator tightly, his knuckles turning white.

"Dad, what do we do now?"

Tru's voice was almost choked with sobs; he gripped the communicator tightly, his palms sweaty.

"The air magic is useless, and the lotus pouch can only temporarily trap him. We... we can't just stand by and watch him destroy the moon..."

He didn't dare finish his sentence, fearing that his words might come true.

"Hey, Tru, don't rush!"

My father's voice came through the communicator; although he tried to remain calm, a hint of anxiety could still be heard.

"Dad, think of another way...think of another way..."

A brief silence, only the electric current...

"Sizzle"

The sound echoed.

Tru's heart leaped into his throat. He looked out the porthole and saw the massive figure of Curse Blue, still bound by the airflow, yet seemingly poised to break free at any moment.

"True,"

Father's voice rang out again, tinged with hesitation.

"Do you...do you still remember the power within you?"

"You mean...black aura?"

Tru was taken aback for a moment, then realized what was happening.

"right!"

Dad's voice was certain.

"It's that forcibly seizing black energy! Could you... could you try to use it to suppress Zhou Lan?"

Tru hesitated. He knew that the dark energy within him possessed a powerful ability to seize power. But... it was, after all, the power of a demon, and he had never dared to use it lightly.

"Dad, I...I'm afraid I won't be able to control it..."

Tru's voice trembled slightly.

"Oh dear, now is not the time to be afraid!"

Father's voice became stern.

"Jackie Chan is still in his hands, we must find a way to rescue him!"

Tru gritted his teeth, his gaze gradually hardening. He took a deep breath, slowly closed his eyes, and began to feel the dormant power within him.

"No, Dad."

A moment later, Tru opened his eyes and shook his head.

"The black gas is extremely inefficient in space and cannot effectively take away the power of the cursed blue."

"this……"

The old man's voice was full of disappointment.

"What should we do..."

Another silence followed.

"True, listen to me."

Dad's voice suddenly turned serious.

"Now, the only way is to invoke the gods!"

(End of this chapter)