The black hand, composed of an indestructible flame, roiled with dark energy and even smeared Nine's own hand.
Nine quickly withdrew her hand, only to find the flames lingering stubbornly upon it.
"What in the world is this?"
Nine looked at Sun Wukong in shock.
This wasn't Sun Wukong's power.
At this moment, Sun Wukong was completely engulfed by a sea of black flames. The black fire emerged from the void, spreading rapidly across the land, obscuring the sky, chilling the blood in Nine's veins.
The whole world fell eerily silent as dark clouds churned, tumultuous and terrifying, emitting a palpitation-inducing aura.
It was the embodiment of despair, resentment, anger, and unwillingness—a collection of all the world's curses.
"Where did you get this power?"
Nine asked.
She couldn't comprehend how Sun Wukong could possess such immense power.
This power was the accumulation of innumerable curses, beyond her imagination, beyond the realm she controlled.
