Bang!

As soon as the power of the curse came to Huo Qubing's body, a wave of ripples produced a dark red blood color, as if it was about to melt Huo Qubing into a miserable ball of blood, erasing the vitality in his body.

"The power of curses."

Huo Qubing clearly felt this strange force.

His feeling at this moment was as if he was being gnawed by billions of little ants, fighting wildly at him, which was a piercing pain.

He has heard of the power of the Demon Temple's curse and killing, which can span distant time and space, and even ignore distance and defense, and will strike you with the most purest attack.

"The power of this curse is very strong, but is this useful?"

A brilliant light shot out from Huo Qubing's eyes.

With the smoke of war, his body was like a javelin, never bent, and even more like an undefeated god of war on the battlefield, without any power to knock him down.

"I'm not afraid of attacking me head-on, but I'm afraid of your mere curse?"
Chapter completed!