The crimson ray was blocked by Mo Han's advance, unable to break free, and could only smash ceaselessly against the meridians sealed by Mo Han's Dou Qi, all to no avail.

Mo Han swiftly seized this opportunity, immediately guiding the pure, bright energy from the purification necklace to press down upon the Bloodthirsty Demonic Curse. Sealing all the meridians of the body was an extremely perilous act; if left too long, it would cause the sealed person's blood to solidify entirely, endangering their very life.

Just as the red light was about to be enveloped by the white radiance, Murong Feixue's tightly shut eyes suddenly flew open, emitting a strange red gleam. Her body writhed continuously, seemingly on the verge of shattering Mo Han's restraint.

Mo Han, seeing this, inwardly cursed the bad turn. If she managed to break free from his hold and let that red light slip away, the consequences would be unimaginable, directly threatening Murong Feixue's life.

No longer daring to hesitate, Mo Han pressed his entire body onto Murong Feixue, pinning down her limbs to halt her movements. At that moment, Murong Feixue beneath him trembled violently and emitted a hoarse voice, saying, "Who are you? Why ruin my good business?"

Mo Han knew in his heart that this was the Necromancer using mental power, speaking through Murong Feixue’s body. It seemed this one must be the mastermind behind this whole incident.

Thinking this, Mo Han spoke, "Who are you? Why treat the Murong family this way? Where did they offend you? To employ such malicious means against Miss Murong."

Hearing Mo Han’s question, the voice erupted into an unpleasant, cackling laugh. Mo Han, however, remained unmoved, relentlessly seizing the moment to guide the light energy from the purification necklace against the Bloodthirsty Demonic Curse. The Necromancer seemed to sense Mo Han's intent as well, constantly trying to twist her body to escape Mo Han's control.

This put Mo Han in an awful predicament. Having pressed himself onto Murong Feixue’s body like this, he was already exerting immense focus to keep his thoughts pure. Now, her pliant body thrashed wildly beneath him. The fullness of her chest, moving under his body, exerted a fatal seduction on Mo Han, making him feel both stimulated and intoxicated.

Yet, Mo Han dared not release her; otherwise, if she broke through his restraint, disaster would follow. He had to forcibly suppress his urges, though his body reacted uncontrollably. And the Murong Feixue, temporarily controlled by the Necromancer beneath him, sensed Mo Han's change.

Her eyes drifted with languid charm, emitting a faint, breathy moan, as she whispered softly, "You're pressing too hard; hurry and get off me first. We can take our time later." Mo Han cried out that he couldn't bear it. He hadn't expected Murong Feixue’s feigned coyness to possess such allure. Mo Han was nearly bewitched by her, and if it weren't for a flicker of blood-red light in her eyes, signaling to Mo Han that this was not the real Murong Feixue but the Necromancer's evil sorcery, he might have already been lost in her tender embrace.

Mo Han quickly shook his head, turning his face away, refusing to look at her countenance, and trying his best to ignore the fatal temptation beneath him. Seeing Mo Han ignore her seduction, the Necromancer, unwilling to give up, continued to breathe soft words next to Mo Han’s ear, "If you let me go, then I’ll be yours to command. Whatever you want, you can have. Isn't that better? How can I move like this?" With that, she lifted her head and lightly blew a breath near Mo Han's ear, maximizing the enchantment.

But Mo Han was prepared this time. He chuckled back, "To be honest, I’d like that very much, but I need to be alive to enjoy it. If I’m not alive to savor it, nothing good is useful. So, save your tricks; they’re pointless."

Seeing that Mo Han was not falling for it, the Necromancer instantly reverted to her harsh, grating voice and cursed, "Who in the blazes are you? You must know the consequences of crossing me will be dreadful. Before I lose my temper, leave this place, and I can pretend nothing happened. Otherwise, even if you flee to the ends of the earth, I will find you and make your life a living hell."

Mo Han, hearing the threat, put on an expression of fear and said, "Oh, I'm so scared. Please don't come looking for me." Seeing Mo Han's expression, the Necromancer laughed triumphantly, "Now you know fear? Release me now, and I’ll spare you, otherwise…" Ah! Mo Han couldn't be bothered to listen to any more nonsense. He raised a hand and silenced her voice. Her mouth kept opening, but no sound emerged; she could only glare at Mo Han with eyes full of resentment, a sight chilling to the bone.

Mo Han paid her no mind and joked, "Staring at me so devotedly is useless; I won't fall for you. I already have a wife, so stop wasting your energy." As Mo Han spoke, he dared not relax even slightly, continually guiding the light energy from the purification necklace towards the Bloodthirsty Demonic Curse. Under Mo Han's full exertion, the energy of the curse was quickly enveloped by the sacred light energy. The ray began to fade, about to vanish completely. Seeing this, Mo Han let out a breath of relief.

At that moment, Murong Feixue’s tightly closed lips suddenly opened, and a stream of black energy shot rapidly towards Mo Han's face. Mo Han swiftly turned his head to dodge, but the distance was too short, and the black energy moved too fast. A small portion of the energy struck his cheek.

He felt a potent energy, one that caused him extreme discomfort, rush into his body, spreading rapidly from his face. Alarmed, Mo Han ignored everything else and immediately cast the high-level light- purification magic, Cleanse, upon himself. Although this dispelled most of the black energy, because the dark energy was so overwhelmingly domineering, a small remnant still inflicted considerable damage on Mo Han. A trace of blood immediately appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Just then, the blood-red ray completely disappeared. The Necromancer's voice still echoed in the room: "Kid, you’re lucky. You dodged most of the Corrosive Light, but even a little is enough to make you suffer. Though you’ve broken my curse, I won't let you off so easily. We will meet again, and next time, I will surely make your life unbearable." The Necromancer’s voice grew fainter until the last words vanished into silence.

Seeing that the entity was truly gone, Mo Han hurriedly examined his body. Fortunately, apart from the initial injury, he detected nothing else immediately wrong. Mo Han dismissed his thoughts, quickly lifted Murong Feixue, and gently laid her on the bed, covering her with a blanket. He then jumped to...