Chapter 6088

Every move Franciscus made signified the countless evil spirits moving alongside him. Moreover,

he possessed a cultivation base several realms higher than his opponent. Such a battle was far

from simple curse manipulation. It was a complete dimensional assault.

More importantly, within the Curse Magic inherited by Franciscus, there was a profound saying,

“Control the soul where there is a soul, control the skeleton where there is no soul. For those

without both soul and bone will be controlled by Genesis.”

The brilliance of Franciscus’ inherited Curse Magic lay precisely in control. Whether facing an

opponent with the same cultivation base or one surpassing him, it meant the beginning of a

nightmare once ensnared by the Curse Magic. Unless one could constantly guard against the

curse. However, who could truly achieve that against high-level opponents of the same cultivation

base?

Franciscus was invincible, but how was it that he was defeated? Perhaps he never succumbed to

an external enemy but rather to himself. Otherwise, with his transcendent prowess, who could truly

bring about his downfall?

Amidst the myriad emotions in his heart, James tightly shut his eyes and began organizing the

Curse Inscription in his hands. He discovered that following Franciscus’ method of gathering evil

spirits, he could only summon three with his current Genesis Power, all at the same level as his

cultivation.

Therefore, he gathered all the powers controlling numerous spaces at his disposal. In the end, he

managed to summon only nine evil spirits, falling short of reaching the level of the second extreme

curse.

To test his theory, James merged the Multicolored Flame of Hemera, the Galeat Wind of Fennec,

and the Quasar Lightning. The result was a powerful purple-gold force that left him astonished.

When he simultaneously infused this purple-gold force into the nine evil spirits, they suddenly

opened their eyes, emanating a world-shattering aura. Then, they swiftly shifted within James’

space and simultaneously unleashed a punch, sending forth nine streams of purple-gold power that

instantly annihilated the nine spaces.

His body trembled, and a look of awe appeared on James’ face. This power seemed several

hundred times stronger than before.

Thinking about this, James immediately opened his eyes and looked at his friends cultivating

around him. Then, he appeared on a higher layer of the Pyramid with a flash.

Unexpectedly, what awaited him was not an attack from the Yuraeceon Daelm Rank’s Ninth

Tribulation soulless living beings but statues imprisoned in place.

Amidst them, he even recognized familiar faces. Aside from Yegor, there were Franciscus, Xachary,

and even the mysterious old man who guided them into the Forladtt Land.

“Damn,” exclaimed James. “Are these their main selves?”

“Of course,” echoed the laughter of the white-robed elder from the void. “What you saw of them in

the Genesis World is merely another reincarnated form. They also participated in the great battle of

that era.”

“Mr. Franciscus is among them too?” James furrowed his brow. “He hails from the Dark World and

faced rejection from everyone.”

“That’s not the Dark World,” spoke the black-robed elder slowly. “It’s called the Yara World.”

“The Yara World?” James furrowed his brow. “What does that mean?”