Qing Qi was closest, and most unlucky, as he was directly thrown into the Sky-reaching Vine, nearly causing internal injuries.
Despite the strength of the Ghost King, Drought Fiend, he couldn't withstand the strange black light. Under the violent shock wave, he retreated several steps, his expression becoming exceedingly grave.
"Curse descends from the heavens, bringing disaster to all!"
Han Siying spoke coldly, her expression extremely serious, uttering eight words, while her hands performed very mysterious gestures, causing the black elements to begin spinning around her.
"No, no!"
Upon hearing those eight words, the Ghost King Drought Fiend's complexion changed drastically. The dignified Ghost King became somewhat panicked, wanting to interrupt Han Siying, but his legs felt as if they were filled with lead, unable to move, and could only watch helplessly as Han Siying proceeded with her incantation.
"Not good!"
