Gacha pull: I obtained a god-level talent.

"Impossible...impossible! It's one thing for you to be able to ignore my defenses, but how can you deal such high damage?"

The Cursed King was utterly terrified by Zhang Yuan's damage. He had thought that even if Zhang Yuan exhausted all of his weapon's durability, he wouldn't be able to whittle down his health, but now it seemed that Zhang Yuan's stamina would be completely depleted before Zhang Yuan's weapon's durability was exhausted!

While the Cursed King was still in shock, he was stabbed twice more, and his breathing became rapid!

"You little rascal, don't get too cocky!"

With a roar, the Curse King unleashed a barrage of curses upon himself, resulting in a comprehensive boost to all his attributes.

Boss Phase Two!

Soon, Zhang Yuan's sword speed could no longer keep up with the Cursed King.

The Cursed King stood in mid-air, looking down at Zhang Yuan. "Heh, kid... I have to admit, your damage is indeed very high. If I keep being attacked by you, I might be worn down to death. But unfortunately... your flying sword is too slow. As long as I am fast enough, you won't be able to hit me!"

Zhang Yuan's eyes narrowed. He put the flying swords into the sword array space and opened it around the Cursed King. However, before the ten flying swords could pierce the Cursed King, the Cursed King teleported to another place.

The Curse King continued to cast various curses on himself, and his physical and mental strength began to recover rapidly.

Looking at the smiling Curse King, Zhang Yuan realized for the first time the drawbacks of his attack methods.

His flying sword was fast enough to deal with low-level monsters, and no monster could dodge it... But once the enemy's speed increased, and his flying sword could not catch up, he could not deal any damage.

Unfortunately, Zhang Yuan doesn't have a skill that guarantees his flying sword will hit its target. Even if he recognizes his weakness, he can't change the current situation.

"Kid, you've run out of tricks, haven't you?"

The Curse King sneered, "Although you are immune to my curse, you cannot leave this place unless you defeat me... At most, you will starve to death in half a month!"

"Humans... are such fragile things."

Faced with the Curse King's mockery, Zhang Yuan fell silent.

Indeed, he has no other means to deal with the Curse King now.

Although he could deal tens of millions of damage to a single target with his Spirit Storm after equipping Crimson Sky and Zhanlu, without the bonus from Heart of Curse, he could not recover his mental power through curses, and Spirit Storm could only be used a few times, so it was obviously not enough to kill the Curse King.

"So, I still can't do it..."

Zhang Yuan was somewhat unwilling, but that was the truth; his abilities also had their limits.

After all, he was only level 22, while his opponent was the king of the abyss, who was still a king even if he had fallen.

This is definitely not something Zhang Yuan can defeat at his current stage!

Mythical Trials...

It truly lives up to its name, marked with an exclamation mark for extreme danger.

Thinking of all this, Zhang Yuan laughed out loud...

In this situation, we can only try to find joy even in hardship.

"To be able to laugh in such a desperate situation, I must say... you're quite optimistic."

The Cursed King smiled at Zhang Yuan, "I'll say it again: if you're willing to work for me, I'll let you go. Not only that, I'll also give you the power of the Abyss, allowing you to instantly reach level 70."

"With your talent, you at level 70 are more than capable of sweeping across all of humanity."

Zhang Yuan sneered, "Even if I starve to death here, I won't eat a single bite of food from your Abyss!"

"Heh...then I'll just wait for you to starve to death!"

The Cursed King sneered and stopped trying to persuade Zhang Yuan to surrender, simply keeping his distance from him.

During this time, Zhang Yuan also tried to ambush the Cursed King, but the Cursed King remained vigilant, and all of Zhang Yuan's ambushes ended in failure.

And so, five days passed.

Zhang Yuan was so hungry that his stomach was sticking to his back, and he lay on the ground unable to move.

Hunger and thirst were gradually eroding Zhang Yuan's will.

"Kid, it's only been five days and you're already about to give up?"

The Curse King, not far away, looked at Zhang Yuan lying on the ground with a mocking expression. "What's the use of having such great talent? In the end, you'll still starve to death, won't you?"