"Audrey, have you ever seen someone afflicted by eighteen points of the Curse of Misfortune?"
Wu Xiaode asked.
Countless runes had already appeared in the sky—
Was this what they called a sacrifice?
The Panda seemed to sense something and burst out with an angry roar.
Impressive, Panda, truly a presence of the Death Lord level, even if struck by a punch magnified by ten million times, it still held on to its breath, weaving through those dense runes.
Audrey's voice then followed:
"No one dares to leave the house even with one point of the Curse of Misfortune, and with three points, many would collapse on the spot. As for eighteen points..."
"I apologize for my ignorance."
Wu Xiaode sighed, "Ah, this means I have no frame of reference, and I don't know what will happen to this cat."
In the sky, the Panda, exerting all its effort, dodged and weaved, finally performing eighty-one tumbling maneuvers and successfully avoided all the runes, landing on the ground.
