"What was this?"
A certain final boss asked curiously.
She paid no attention at all to the shocked, somewhat fearful expressions on Wu Man and Zheng Shiduo's faces.
The two of them felt a powerful pressure, the psionic energy within their bodies constantly resonating. Even the Fourth Spiritual Practitioner had never given Zheng Shiduo such an oppressive feeling.
Daoist Wang's hands did not stop moving as he answered, "An evil curse."
"An evil curse?"
Number Five leisurely walked in front of him and stared at the severed leg before Wang Jixuan.
"It's merely a different form of power. Who gets to define justice and evil? Those are only definitions given by humans... May I take a look? Just pretend I don't exist. This is a game."
Wang Jixuan was secretly annoyed.
Treating life and death as a game—wasn't that the standard behavior of a great demon?
But what annoyed him was Number Five's attitude.
This woman was far too arrogant.
"Then stand in the corner and don't make a sound. You can watch me cast the spell, but don't ask why."
"Fine."
The Fifth Spiritual Practitioner agreed happily and glanced slightly at the others beside her.
Without any expression or response, she perfectly demonstrated what it meant to ignore someone.
Wang Jixuan rapidly formed hand seals.
He was not afraid of others watching this minor evil technique. He recited the core curse silently in his heart; to better conceal his secrets and monopolize the technique, Wang Jixuan had deliberately added a pile of meaningless talisman inscriptions.
He worked for around twenty minutes.
"That's done," Wang Jixuan said, letting out a soft breath.
By then, Xing Tian's severed leg had become completely unrecognizable. Streams of blood-red aura swirled around it, accompanied by faint sounds of ghosts weeping and wolves howling.
Wang