Chapter 735 - 729: Ambushed and Gravely Wounded, Near Death

The Demon Lord’s curse technique was extremely complicated, first arranging the altar properly.

He then had to make a seal decision, chant incantations, and draw extremely complex runes on the scarecrow, wooden bow, and wooden arrow.

After everything was set up, a look of triumph appeared on the Demon Lord’s face.

"Lin Yuan! Lin Yuan!"

"This time, I want to see whether you will die or not!" the Demon Lord said through gritted teeth.

After saying this, the Demon Lord began making seal decisions.

Then, the wooden bow and arrow floated in the air.

The wooden arrow was set on the wooden bow, and the bowstring was drawn to a full moon shape.

"Whoosh."

With a sound of breaking through the air, the wooden arrow shot straight into the scarecrow’s right shoulder.

The arrow pierced through the scarecrow’s right shoulder, and it seemed as though something was almost flowing from the wound.

By rights, a scarecrow shouldn’t have any blood flowing.

But now, the scarecrow was indeed bleeding.

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At the same time.

Lin Yuan, who was searching for the Demon Lord in the mountains, suddenly stumbled and fell to the ground.

He struggled to get up and saw a mysterious wound appear on his right shoulder.

A piercing wound, as thick as a thumb.

The blood was flowing profusely, and more importantly, the wound was surrounded by the power of a curse.

Seeing the wound but no weapon, Lin Yuan immediately realized something was wrong.

"The Demon Lord, it must be the Demon Lord?"

"That bastard, hiding in the shadows and attacking," Lin Yuan said through gritted teeth, clutching his wound.

However, before he could finish speaking.

He heard a "squish" as another piercing wound appeared on his right leg, blood gushing like a spring.

These external injuries were minor, but the main issue was that the power of the curse on the wound was corroding Lin Yuan’s soul.

Now, the Demon Lord was targeting Lin Yuan’s arms, legs—insignificant parts.

Next, if he targeted Lin Yuan’s heart, brain—vital areas, then it would be a huge problem.

Now, to break the curse, he must find out how the Demon Lord was hurting him.

Lin Yuan was wearing the Human King Armor, with its indisputable defense.

For him to be able to harm Lin Yuan through the Human King Armor, he definitely wasn’t using conventional means.

Thinking of this, Lin Yuan carefully examined his wounds, seeing the black aura swirling around them. Lin Yuan immediately understood.

The power of the curse.

Damn it!

To deal with him, the Demon Lord actually used the curse technique.

"Demon Lord!"

"You bastard, come out and duel like a man!"

"Using such despicable means is beneath the dignity of the Four Great Primordial Spirits!" Lin Yuan shouted into the surroundings, trying to flush the Demon Lord out by provoking him.

However, the Demon Lord wasn’t even nearby; he couldn’t hear Lin Yuan’s shouts at all.

Moreover, even if he heard, he wouldn’t come out.

The Demon Lord was not a gentleman; he was a demon.

No, he was the ancestor of demons.

In the Demon God’s eyes, as long as victory could be achieved, any means were permissible.

Lin Yuan, dragging his injured body, wandered through the forest.

He tried to sense the Demon Lord’s aura while shouting to provoke the Demon God,

but as his injuries worsened, Lin Yuan’s movement speed in the forest slowed down.

Even his shouts became gradually weaker.

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Inside the cave.

The Demon Lord raised the wooden bow and arrow, shooting arrows one after another into the scarecrow.

First the limbs, then the torso, and for the last two arrows, the Demon Lord aimed at the scarecrow’s forehead and heart.

Besides shooting an arrow at both the forehead and heart, the Demon Lord also shot one at another place.

That was, the mouth.

The Demon Lord shot an arrow that nailed the scarecrow’s upper lip, lower lip, and tongue together.

The Demon Lord did this to maximize Lin Yuan’s torment.

While torturing Lin Yuan, he also sealed his mouth, cutting off his chance to concede and leave the Returning Ruins Arena.

Making Lin Yuan endure unimaginable pain before his death.

"Hahaha!"

"Hahahaha!"

The Demon Lord looked at the scarecrow, pierced all over, and couldn’t help but laugh triumphantly: "Lin Yuan, you’ve lost, you still ended up losing to me!"

"These eighteen arrows of mine, wouldn’t be bearable even for Wa Huang or Buddha, much less you."

Looking at the scarecrow turned into a hedgehog, especially the arrows in the forehead and heart.

At this moment, in the Demon Lord’s heart, Lin Yuan was already dead without a doubt.

Just as he thought this, the Demon Lord suddenly knitted his eyebrows.

"Something’s not right!"

"Not right, he’s not dead yet!" The Demon Lord suddenly realized this.

The Demon Lord and Lin Yuan were now in the Returning Ruins Arena.

The rules of the Returning Ruins Arena state that one side dies or concedes, the duel ends.

The duelists could then choose to leave the Returning Ruins Arena.

But now, he was still trapped in the Returning Ruins Arena.

This indicates clearly enough that Lin Yuan wasn’t dead yet.

"Impossible!"

"Absolutely impossible, how could this kid not be dead?" The Demon Lord was anxious, pacing like an ant on a hot pan.

Suddenly, the Demon Lord slapped his thigh, suddenly realizing: "Even if he’s not dead, he must be gravely injured."

"Maybe he’s hanging on by a thread."

Thinking this, the Demon Lord decided to go find Lin Yuan.

He must see him alive or dead.

If he found Lin Yuan before he died, then he could leave the Returning Ruins Arena straight away.

If he found Lin Yuan when he wasn’t dead, then he could finish the job with that last strike.

The Demon Lord had great confidence in his curse technique.

After making the decision, the Demon Lord left the cave heading towards the place where his human-skin avatar was killed by Lin Yuan.

The Demon Lord calculated that since Lin Yuan was wounded, he couldn’t move very fast.

In that case, he shouldn’t have gone far; he must be near where his human-skin avatar last appeared.

Soon, the Demon Lord arrived where his human-skin avatar last appeared.

Seeing the familiar human skin on the ground, the Demon Lord began scanning the surroundings.

After scanning, he seemed to notice something.

He quickly moved towards the right front, seeing thick crimson bloodstains on the leaves of the shrubs up front.

This was the Returning Ruins Arena, with only Lin Yuan and him.

If the blood wasn’t his, it must be Lin Yuan’s.

Having found a clue, the Demon Lord didn’t hesitate, immediately followed the trail of blood.

At first, there was only a trace of blood on some bushes here and there.

Gradually, more and more blood appeared.

From specks of blood, it became patches and patches of blood.

Seeing these large swathes of blood, the Demon Lord’s resolve grew stronger.

Though Lin Yuan wasn’t dead, he must be gravely injured, hanging by a thread.

Following the blood trail, the Demon Lord found Lin Yuan.

Lin Yuan lay against a tree, barely alive, his aura weak and fading.

"Luckily, I sealed his mouth; otherwise, if he had conceded, he might have really escaped!" Looking at Lin Yuan lying under the tree, the Demon Lord thought smugly.