“Haha, killing the few of you is no different from crushing a bug! Don’t assume that you’re a genius and possess the ability to fight me just because you managed to end Carlos and have some knowledge about spiritual arts. In my eyes, you and everyone else are mere ants!” Curtis guffawed.
On the heels of that, he gestured with both hands wildly. Sparks crackled in the air, and the entire living room was filled with an invisible force. Even menacing-looking sinister spirits materialized.
Soon, an arcane array visible to the naked eye blinked into existence in the living room. Chains crisscrossed each other, blocking all avenues out.
“This is Turcoln’s Dragon Crushing Formation. Those trapped within it can never escape, so brace yourselves for death!”
With a roar from Curtis, blazing fire engulfed the chains, promptly making it as hot as a furnace in the living room. An invisible force enveloped them all, and great lethal intent condensed together, feeding into the sinister spirits.
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