Boom!
The Civilization Stick was swung down forcefully, accompanied by a thunderous bang and a spray of shattered stones, instantly smashing half of its figure into the earth, akin to planting a bloated radish. Its flesh became a bloody mess, a pitiful spectacle.
Having done this, Gary Smith leisurely pulled the Civilization Stick from its eye socket, tapped on its head, and warned:
"No more exceptions… Well, bear this in mind in your next life!"
With that, he slowly lifted the Civilization Stick, preparing to deliver the lethal blow!
"Dammit, quickly rescue the Club President!"
The group from the Negative Monarch Society, upon seeing this scene, finally recovered from the shock and were in utter panic.
However, just as a few of the curse binder masters were about to make a move, they suddenly heard a piercing cry!
The Curse Crows, which had been hovering above the enigmatic meadow, suddenly descended like furious angels of death.
