A Curse Spanning Ten Thousand Years

"Ha, cough cough, hahahaha!"

A shrill, crazed laugh tore through the dead silence. Ape Demon's body was covered in savage wounds, blood continuously spilling from her mouth like a gushing spring and staining the fur on her chest a shocking dark red.

Yet this heavily wounded soul beast seemed unable to feel any pain. Her mocking, disdainful laughter echoed through the forest, carrying a madness that feared death not at all.

"Beast God, is this the so-called Beast God Di Tian? Hahaha! For the sake of a human, you actually attack soul beasts. Bah! You hypocrite, wagging your tail and begging for favor from humans!"

Ape Demon's hunched back heaved violently, each breath accompanied by spraying droplets of blood, yet it did nothing to diminish the force of her insults.

Faced with Ape Demon's abuse, Di Tian merely glanced at her indifferently, his tone utterly cold. "Are these your last words?"

In his eyes, Ape Demon, having taken that claw strike from him, was already struggling at death's door and would not live much longer. As the mighty Beast God, why would he bother arguing with a dying beast?

"Hahaha! Under the leadership of a hypocrite like you, the Soul Beast Clan will decline sooner or later!" Ape Demon staggered half a step forward, her bloody claws carving three deep furrows into the ground.

"Di Tian, you hypocrite, always prattling on about the greater good of soul beasts. But in truth, you have never cared about the lives of other soul beasts. All you ever think about is reviving the Dragon Clan!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Ape Demon suddenly bent over and spat a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of organs toward Di Tian. "Bah! If your Dragon Clan was really so powerful, how could it have