"Hmph, you heartless old bastard! You actually use pregnant women to cultivate such a vile and poisonous curse! Today, I'm going to destroy you so you can't keep hurting innocent lives!" Shawn Young shouted angrily at Grandmaster Zenith.
"Hehehe—what do you fools know? This Twin Demon Infant Curse took me years to refine! I don't waste it on just anyone, but lucky for you, you'll get to be its sacrifice! Hehehe—" Grandmaster Zenith sneered darkly as he began chanting bizarre incantations.
"Ah! Damn, that old freak is using the thousand-year forbidden art—the Twin Demon Infant Curse! We're in big trouble now!" Shawn Young's face turned pale as he realized what Grandmaster Zenith meant.
"Uh—Twin Demon Infant Curse? What kind of gross thing is that?" Jade Swann quickly asked Shawn Young.
"Well—put simply, it's a wicked spirit-commanding technique, but instead of ghosts, it uses blood infants. The sorcerer finds a pregnant woman, extracts the fetus, drains all its blood, mixes it with secret medicines and the blood from both of his middle fingers—seven drops each day, forty-nine days per cycle, and after years of refining, he creates the Demon Infant Curse! This evil art is fueled by the resentment of dead children, making it brutally powerful. Once cast, the Demon Infants won't stop until their target is dead!" Shawn Young explained to Jade Swann, quoting from the Codex of Ascension's chapter on forbidden rituals.
"Huh? But those two kids look so cute—how dangerous could they be? Are we really supposed to fight them?" Jade Swann stared at the two chubby, snow-white children ahead, struggling to accept the reality.
Shawn Young shook his head, eyes fixed on the two slowly crawling Demon Infants, tense with worry. The Codex of Ascension only described this evil art, but gave no details on how to break it, so he had to stay sharp for whatever came next.
The Demon Infants crept to about seven or eight meters from Shawn Young, then suddenly raised their heads to stare at him and Jade Swann. Their pitch-black, hollow eye sockets glowed with a sinister dark red light. Their pouty lips parted, revealing a row of razor-sharp teeth, jagged like saw blades—utterly eerie.
Only then did Shawn Young feel a powerful evil aura pressing in. He noticed the Demon Infants had oversized heads and chubby, short limbs, with a faint sense of brute force radiating from them. Suddenly, their plump little hands pushed off the ground—"Caw—caw—" they shrieked like crows, leaping forward at incredible speed, closing in on Shawn Young and the others in an instant.
"Open fire!" Martin Yang shouted, ordering his bodyguards to shoot at the two Demon Infants. He raised his own weapon and fired without hesitation.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! A hail of bullets swept toward the charging Demon Infants, most of them hitting their bodies. But then something strange happened—their bodies only paused for a moment, the bullets barely embedding in their skin. With a shake, they dropped the bullets to the floor, picked them up, tossed them into their mouths, and crunched them with a wicked grin.
"Oh my god—what kind of monster is this? They're completely bulletproof!" Martin Yang and his bodyguards stared in shock.
"Caw—caw—caw—" After swallowing the bullets, the Demon Infants let out bizarre cries, then leapt at the crowd with lightning speed. Martin Yang's two bodyguards, caught off guard at the front, were grabbed by the chest and yanked several meters away. The Demon Infants opened their mouths, their sharp teeth sinking viciously into the men's throats!
"Ahh—help, help!" The two bodyguards screamed in agony as the Demon Infants bit through their throats. Blood spurted like arrows, but the Demon Infants blocked the wounds and drank it down. The poor bodyguards barely struggled before their bodies shriveled up like deflated balloons—drained dry in less than ten seconds!
"Oh god—Mr. Shawn! What should we do?" Martin Yang cried in terror, his face pale and limbs trembling along with the other two surviving bodyguards.
"Uh—fall back into the valley! We'll handle things here!" Shawn Young knew Martin Yang and his men couldn't help at this point and might just get in the way.
"But, Mr. Shawn—" Martin Yang wanted to run, but the Hung Society's rules were strict. In a crisis, unless there's a special reason, retreating without permission means facing the Three Blades, Six Holes punishment.
"It's fine, I can handle it! You guys go, or I'll be distracted trying to protect you!" Shawn Young reassured them, knowing their nerves were shot.
"Then we'll fall back for now, Mr. Shawn. If things get too rough, just call us!" Martin Yang and the others were deeply grateful and quickly agreed.
"Got it! If I can't handle it, I'll find a way out! Don't worry! Go!" Shawn Young waved them off.
Once Martin Yang and the others left, only Shawn Young and Jade Swann faced Grandmaster Zenith. Shawn actually felt relieved—he could finally focus all his strength on this tricky enemy!