The abandoned factory on the west side of the Capital City.
Osiris's once-confident expression suddenly froze, for he realized he could no longer sense those three streams of curse power.
The curse power seemed to vanish all of a sudden!
Unfathomably strange!
Unease crept into his heart. He closed his eyes, his fingers moving slightly. In an instant, a phantom like an illusory mirage took shape before him.
Within the phantom, faint sparks of fire flickered faintly.
Staring at the elusive firelight, confusion etched itself onto his aged face, and he muttered under his breath, "Firelight? Why is there firelight? Even Huaxia's sacred flame shouldn't be able to suppress my curse power. Could there have been some unforeseen change?
Have my curse powers been unraveled by that brat? Impossible! Even if it's unraveled, so what!
How could the ants of Huaxia decipher our empire's shadow curses!"
