The cursed spirit is actually devouring his vitality.
His vitality is being drained at a rapid rate.
'What the fuck!! What kind of cursed spirit is this.'
Zeras had a look of shock on his face.
And indeed...that shock is fully justified.
A cursed spirit that can drain ones vitality... that's surely one hell of a dreadful cursed spirit.
But he isn't Nameless for no reason. He immediately ducked downward, his hands immediately struck forth with terrifying force.
As he attempted to give himself some breathing space.
One which he badly needed right now.
Multiple strikes struck hard against the chest of the cursed spirit as he was sent moving about in countless directions while still standing in one spot.
It showed just how much force is backing up those attacks... those punches seemed to have been delivered by a fearsome warrior from ancient times.
