Qi Yu's eyes widened instantly.
Yan Hua and Chen Xi behind her raised their hands, channeling spiritual energy to open the fake Qi Yu's hand, but it was too late.
Just as they were about to succeed, the fake Qi Yu was about to use that hand, stained with the curse of the law, to scratch Si Qing's arm. From not far away, a figure flew over and quickly blocked the blow.
Qi Yu stopped in her tracks, stunned.
It was Shao Feng who shielded Si Qing with his arm.
The fake Qi Yu's slender nails directly tore through his arm, and crimson blood dripped down continuously.
Si Qing was at a critical juncture in channeling his spiritual energy and had no time to protect himself. Although he knew what had happened, he was unable to move, his forehead beaded with cold sweat from anxiety.
He finally finished channeling his cultivation technique.
The moment Si Qing opened his eyes, he saw Yan Hua attempting to force a misty substance clutched in his hand into a spiritual bottle.
Shao Feng sat nearby, clutching his arm, crimson blood dripping through his fingers.
"Daddy," Si Qing ran over anxiously. The thought that Shao Feng was injured protecting him made him feel a surge of self-reproach. He raised his hand and slapped himself, his voice filled with guilt, "Why did I have to cultivate at this precise moment? If I hadn't been cultivating..."
If he hadn't been cultivating, none of this would have happened.
"Hey, I'm fine," Shao Feng stopped Si Qing. "Who knew something like this would suddenly happen? Fortunately, that guy has been caught by Elder Yan Hua, so it's fine."
He said this, but he was already starting to feel dizzy and disoriented. The Nightmare Demon he had just encountered was tainted with a curse, and it had now infected Shao Feng.
Qi Yu tightly held Shao Feng's hand, helping him to sit down. She turned to Yan Hua, "Master, my father's wound shows signs of blackening. I've been channeling spiritual energy for a long time, but I couldn't stop it. Do you have any solutions?"
Yan Hua remained silent. He walked over, took Shao Feng's injured arm, and began to channel powerful spiritual energy into it continuously.
Under the pressure of the spiritual energy, the scratches on Shao Feng's arm gradually receded from black to a normal crimson hue. However, after a short while, a hint of blackness reappeared.
Yan Hua tried a few more times, his brow furrowing deeper. Finally, he lowered his hand and explained with a heavy sigh, "The situation isn't very good. This Nightmare Demon was tainted with a curse, and Shao Feng is now..."
Yan Hua paused, finding himself unable to utter the words "Shao Feng is infected."
"No!" Qi Yu summoned the Hui Guang Mirror. "There must be a way!"
The Hui Guang Mirror appeared before Qi Yu, answering with some hesitation, "Qi Yu, you should know that this curse originates from the laws and the Heavenly Dao. My power is insufficient."
Under normal circumstances, it should have been able to help.
But the power of the Heavenly Dao and the laws blocked it.
It left it powerless to save Shao Feng.
Hearing the Hui Guang Mirror's words, Qi Yu was overcome with uncontrollable panic.
Seeing Qi Yu and Si Qing sitting beside him with pale faces, Shao Feng placed a hand on each of their heads. "Alright, alright, it's nothing. It's not that serious. Looking at you two, it's as if the sky is falling."
He said this as he sat up.
The wound showed no signs of improvement.
Although Chen Xi was trying to heal it, a black mark remained after it healed.
This black mark was filled with the aura of the curse of the law, like darkness devouring light, slowly consuming Shao Feng's strength.
Qi Yu felt the warmth of Shao Feng's palm, her fingertips digging into his flesh.
No, there was a way to cure it.
She remembered the dagger the Heavenly Dao had given her.