"Don't use True Force?"
Zhu Leng was befuddled when he heard this.
Since he advanced to the Fifth Realm, he rarely used ordinary power; he mostly drew on True Force.
Xiao Mu nodded, "That's right, use ordinary power."
Zhu Leng was skeptical, but after a moment, he did as Xiao Mu asked, gathering and circulating power throughout his body.
Immediately after, he furrowed his brows as intense pain radiated from his stomach. It felt as though numerous steel hooks were clawing at his Five Organs and Six Entrails, threatening to tear them to shreds. Beads of sweat the size of peas began to course down his face like a waterfall.
"You... you... you... Old Zhu, there's something in your stomach."
Xu Yi, who happened to be passing by, pointed at Zhu Leng in surprise. His expression was as if he'd seen a ghost.
At this moment, below the humanoid pattern formed by Curse Power on Zhu Leng's stomach, there appeared raised textures.
