The branches in the twilight still swayed, and in the shifting shadows of the trees, a deathly silence descended.
This eerie stillness spread like a spiderweb, enveloping everything around.
The next second, everything returned to normal, as if the anomaly had never existed.
Miyata tilted her head, looking confused, and asked softly, "Who is Nara Harakara?"
Jiang Yuan curled his lips into a cold smile: "Him? How to put it, a shameless, insane, selfish, depraved, and self-deceiving fool."
Miyata's smile instantly froze on her face, but she quickly forced it back and said, "So that's how it is. I don't know him, I've never heard of him."
"No, buddy, what are you still pretending for? I'm already cussing you out, can't you stand up like a man? Or are you a eunuch, not a man?" Jiang Yuan directly swore.
He just couldn't stand people like that; they were disgusting!
A flicker in the shadows, and Nara Harakara's figure appeared before Jiang Yuan, but his eyes were no longer innocent, filled with rage.
"Have you cursed enough?!!!"
"Not bad. If you want to hear more, I can keep cursing you." Jiang Yuan shrugged.
"You will die here, Songxia Shacha!!!" Nara Harakara spat out each word.
"..."
Not bad, he really yelled it out.
Jiang Yuan almost burst out laughing.
He didn't expect this Japanese bald donkey to shout it out so seriously.
"Songxia Shacha, I will tear your soul to pieces and then swallow it!!"
Nara Harakara shouted, his voice like a demonic sound echoing in Jiang Yuan's ears, a power seemingly trying to pull his soul from his body.
However, he was shouting "Songxia Shacha," so this power couldn't target him.
"Songxia Shacha!"
"Songxia Shacha!!"
"Songxia Shacha!!!"
Nara Harakara shouted several times in a row, but Jiang Yuan remained standing there, completely unharmed.
It was then that he realized he had been tricked.
"You dare to deceive me?!!!" Nara Harakara roared, his face extremely grim.
"This is the Japanese name I gave myself, how can it be considered deceiving you?" Jiang Yuan chuckled.
Nara Harakara simply stopped shouting and directly summoned the other evil spirits and malevolent ghosts he had refined.
Behind him, two red-faced specters emerged from the darkness, baring their fangs and claws as they pounced.
Silver light gleamed in Jiang Yuan's pupils.
The red-faced specters were instantly seized by psychic control.
"Rip!!!"
A powerful force instantly tore them into pieces, and evil red energy spilled everywhere.
"You, who exactly are you?!!" Nara Harakara stepped back a few paces.
This person in front of him had instantly dealt with the red-faced specters!
The oppressive aura emanating from Jiang Yuan hit Nara Harakara like a physical blow, his heart pounding wildly, instinctively feeling his neck being gripped by an invisible hand.
At the critical moment of life and Death, he roared, releasing all the evil spirit power within him.
In an instant, a jet-black single horn pierced through his forehead like breaking ground, its sharp tip glowing with an eerie, faint light. On his originally smooth scalp, dark red curses spread wildly like living things, intertwining into terrifying patterns.
Countless blood-colored tentacles surged out from behind him, their surface veins bulging, twisting and writhing greedily.
In just a few breaths, Nara Harakara completely lost his human form.
His facial features grotesquely twisted and deformed, eye sockets sunken, pupils constricted to pinpricks, and his mouth ripped open to his ears, revealing a maw full of stark white fangs.
At this moment, he was clearly a malevolent ghost crawled out of the Nine Nether Purgatory!
"No matter who you are!" Nara Harakara's throat emitted an inhuman roar: "Even if your power is strong, what of it? I am immortal! Your life will be devoured by me little by little until you completely become my nourishment!"
Before his words finished, dozens of blood-colored tentacles, like arrows released from a bowstring, swept towards Jiang Yuan, carrying a Bloody Storm, and the air shrieked piercingly wherever they passed.
Jiang Yuan stood there, unmoved.
"Immortal?" Jiang Yuan sneered.
He hadn't even reached the realm of immortality, yet an evil spirit wanted to be immortal.
Why pretend to be an elephant with a spring onion?
By now, there was no need to tease Nara Harakara anymore.
Jiang Yuan's gaze sharpened, and the blood-colored tentacles in front of him were torn apart, the force transmitting directly to Nara Harakara's body.
The blood curse on his body was attacked, drawing power from within him uncontrollably.
However, as soon as the blood-colored tentacles grew out, they were torn apart again, a continuous cycle.
Nara Harakara's aura withered at a visible speed.
The evil spirit power he had acquired over the years by controlling Miyata was completely exhausted, and his soul body flickered, threatening to dissipate completely at any moment.
Evil spirits are not undead; evil spirits are dark creatures born from curse power, their root being souls filled with curses.
Although Jiang Yuan didn't have a curse system, he still had many ways to deal with an evil spirit.
After his power was worn down, Miyata was freed from control.
"I... what's wrong with me?" Miyata looked down at her hands, memories flooding her mind.
"Ah!!!!"
She shrieked, crouching on the ground, trembling.
When she looked up again, her sweet face was covered in blood-colored tears.
She remembered the years she had been controlled by Nara Harakara, harming many innocent people.
Her heart was instantly filled with endless sorrow and guilt.
"What have I done all these years?!" Miyata cried out in pain.
Jiang Yuan waved his hand, restraining Nara Harakara to prevent him from dissipating, then came to Miyata's side and said in a gentle tone:
"You cannot be blamed for this. It was Nara Harakara who controlled you to do these things. He is the culprit, not you."
Jiang Yuan spoke with mind magic, and the mental ripples forcefully smoothed Miyata's violently fluctuating emotions.
Miyata looked up at Jiang Yuan, saying heavily, "But I was an accomplice, I killed those innocent people. The way I am now, I am a demon."
"You are a very kind person, and none of this is your fault. I will help you clear your name and let everyone know the truth." Jiang Yuan said seriously.
But upon hearing this, Miyata shook her head and said, "No need, I should have died many years ago, and now that I have become a murderous evil spirit, I should not continue to live. I have no innocence now; I am a sinful person."
"Let me die." Miyata closed her eyes, welcoming the arrival of Death.
The intense guilt stimulated her kind heart; she simply couldn't feel innocent.
Only Death could atone for a sliver of her guilt towards the innocent.
At this moment, her heart held only Death.
Jiang Yuan sighed, and with disgust, dragged Nara Harakara in front of Miyata.
"If you wish, I can let you kill Nara Harakara." Jiang Yuan said.
Hearing this, a ripple appeared in Miyata's heart.
She opened her eyes, and in an instant, transformed into the appearance of a hideous evil spirit.
"No, don't kill me!" Nara Harakara shrieked, too terrified to meet Miyata's gaze.