"Curse Jar?"
Looking at the unremarkable earth pot above Ye Fan's head, Qi Motian exclaimed.
Then, a sharp pain hit his chest, his vision went black, and he knew nothing more.
"Brother Chu Fan, save me!"
The life force of the two quickly faded, and they cried out in terror for help.
Ye Fan activated the earth pot, and after shaking it above their heads twice, the curse power was absorbed.
"Thud!"
The two collapsed simultaneously into the starlit sky, their faces pale as paper.
They secretly felt fortunate, thinking that if it weren't for Ye Fan's strange earth pot having the ability to absorb curse power, they might not have survived this time.
However, they had at least saved a life, and after resting for a moment, they glared angrily at the unconscious Qi Motian.
"Thank you, Brother Chu Fan, for saving our lives!"
The two bowed to Ye Fan, expressing their gratitude.
