"The Executioner Curse?" Ye Chen murmured, his eyes heavily clouded, blurred and delirious. He could no longer distinguish between reality and illusion, feeling only a mysterious force driving him forward in a single direction.
He offered no resistance. He was utterly exhausted, lacking even the strength to stand, yet he let the mysterious force guide him. He wanted to fight back, but his mind was scattered. He was like a puppet—rigid and powerless, like a pool of mud—dragging his wounded body as he moved slowly forward.
Though he barely moved, Zhao Xiyao did, stepping gracefully in Ye Chen's wake.
Chapter 1657