Chu Hao's legs moved like wheels of fire as he almost reached the edge of the Holy City before finally stopping to rest and check his wounds.
There was a scratch mark around his heart, with death energy lingering around it.
These Netherworld People were extremely terrifying. They were forged from the water of the Netherworld River. This water was deadlier than any poison to the living; even a mere touch could be fatal.
Chu Hao took out a piece of Talisman Paper and drew a Talisman designed to absorb death energy and resentment. He placed it on the wound, and it sizzled like roasting meat, causing Chu Hao excruciating pain.
After the death energy was finally absorbed, he bandaged the wound and breathed a sigh of relief. Had it not been for my Iron Bone Curse Seal, I probably would have been dead already, he thought with a chilling afterthought.
