Gacha pull: I obtained a god-level talent.

This was the first time he had ever met someone like Zhang Yuan.

Zhang Yuan looked up and stared directly into the eyes of the Cursed King, and laughed, "Cursed King, oh Cursed King! Your contradictory actions have finally given me the key to breaking the deadlock."

The Curse King's pupils contracted slightly, and a bad premonition suddenly arose in his heart.

Zhang Yuan continued, "Since this is a mythological trial, I am the trial participant and you are the examiner. We both need to abide by the rules of this mythological trial."

“At the beginning, you sealed the effects of my cursed heart without hesitation, wanting to kill me with various curses, which shows that you really wanted to kill me.”

"Later, you discovered the curse was ineffective. Logically, you should have used other methods to kill me, but you didn't. Instead, you began using your aura to try and make me surrender willingly..."

"Curse King, does your contradictory behavior mean that you must use a curse to kill me in this Mythical Trial instance?"

The Cursed King: "..."

Seeing the Curse King's silence, Zhang Yuan laughed even more heartily, "It seems I really made the right bet. Even you, the Curse King, cannot defy the rules of the world."

"A trial is a trial. Even a mythical trial has a chance of success. There is no certain death."

"And my Crimson Sky is the key to passing this trial!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the sword formation space opened up, and Chi Xiao floated in front of Zhang Yuan, its red aura spreading outwards and dispelling the dense fog of curses around them.

"Hehehe... Hahahaha! Amazing! Really amazing!"

The Cursed King suddenly burst into laughter, "It's been a long time since I've encountered such an interesting fellow! It seems your arrival here was truly no accident."

"You're right, this mythical trial is a curse trial. No matter what method you use, as long as you can withstand my curse, you have a chance to pass the trial!"

"It's only a possibility!"

The Cursed King grinned at Zhang Yuan, "To pass the trial, you will need to defeat me."

"However, even if my strength is less than one-thousandth of its peak, you are just a level 22 brat. Even if you use all your skills, you probably can't even break through my defense, right?"

"I can kill you just by slowly wearing down the durability of your equipment."

Zhang Yuan suddenly laughed out loud, "Curse King, what a pity..."

The Curse King was taken aback: "What are you laughing at?"

Zhang Yuan shook his head and mocked the Curse King, "Perhaps, you abyssal demons and I are just born to be incompatible."

"What a coincidence, my attack ignores defense and it hurts a lot."

Chixiao vanished into thin air, and ten sword formations unfolded around the King of Curses. Chixiao, Zhanlu, and eight iron swords shot towards the King of Curses from ten different directions!

When Chixiao and Zhanlu simultaneously attacked the Cursed King, with 3280 spirit power, the two exclusive weapons combined had 4000 attack power, plus 1152% critical damage bonus and 21x damage bonus, these two exclusive weapons directly dealt 60 million damage!

-63984211!

The terrifying damage stunned the Cursed King. At the same time, eight iron swords, which had received the critical hit and critical damage bonuses from Chixiao and Zhanlu, followed closely behind and struck the Cursed King again.

-1279680!

Another string of damage numbers, 1.27 million, burst from the Cursed King's head.

Having suffered two consecutive nuclear explosions, the Cursed King was so frightened that he used his defensive skill to create distance between himself and Zhang Yuan, exclaiming in surprise, "Kid, what kind of damage did that do?"

"I told you, it will hurt a lot!"

Zhang Yuan chuckled and once again charged towards the Cursed King on his sword. Eight iron swords disrupted the Cursed King's vision, while Chi Xiao and Zhan Lu launched their main attack.

In this trial instance, the Curse King cannot use any offensive skills other than those of the curse type. In addition, he is only a remnant soul with less than one-thousandth of his peak strength, so he is having a hard time dodging Zhang Yuan's attacks.

Crimson Sky hits, -47988158!

Zhanlu hit, -15996052!

The iron sword struck, -159960!

Damage numbers of varying sizes kept popping up above the Cursed King's head, causing him to break out in a cold sweat.