God, since it was a deity, Zheng Yichen did not hold back. His eyes covered in a layer of black, Demonic Abyss Seven Kills shattered all the falling rocks that swept over with a single strike, and the black torrent slammed into Da Shan.
From the depths of the mountain, a piercingly distant roar sounded, the strong malice this mountain had towards them was filled with demonic thoughts, and Zheng Yichen would have been sorry not to take advantage of it.
Only, Du Gang looked at Zheng Yichen with a somewhat strange expression, "You've been cursed."
"Hm?" Zheng Yichen was puzzled.
He didn't feel anything wrong with himself, but Lilith quickly projected an image for Zheng Yichen, "Boss, your glabella is darkening, and there's a high probability that you'll encounter bloodshed."
"...What feudal superstition, I don't believe it!" Although he said this, a phantom of a cat spirit had already appeared beside Zheng Yichen, ready to intercept any curses that might come next.