The patient's face was twisted with extreme suffering, and the Demonic Curse on his body plunged him into agony without pause.
For the past few years, the patient had been unable to eat or sleep properly. The torment had driven him nearly mad.
"Master, do you have a way to treat me?" the patient asked.
The patient was called Wentian, and he was one of the Supreme Elders of the Heavenly Martial Sect.
"This is a Heavenly Demon Mark, a method only the Heavenly Demon Race possesses. Did you encounter a Heavenly Demon before this?" Jiang Chen asked.
"You—you actually know about Heavenly Demons?" Wentian said, his face full of shock.
"Heavenly Demons are the imperial family of the Devil Race. Their innate talents are extraordinarily powerful, and their methods are astonishing. I know a little about them," Jiang Chen said.
When he had been on the Tianwu Continent, Jiang Chen had encountered some Heavenly Demons. Of course, those Heavenly Demons had belonged to the lower ranks of the Devil Race. In that tiny corner of the Tianwu Continent, what room was there for them to grow?
But once Heavenly Demons matured, their strength was overwhelmingly formidable.
"That's right. I encountered a Heavenly Demon before and was cursed by him. At first, I didn't sense anything. By the time I discovered I had been struck, half a month had already passed," Wentian said.
"The Devil Race's cursing methods are extremely subtle. At first, there's no sensation at all, but by the time you feel something, it's already too late. Fortunately, you encountered me. This Demonic Curse is nothing—I can dispel it," Jiang Chen said.
"Really? That's wonderful!" Wentian was instantly overjoyed.
So many Masters had examined him before, yet not a single one had been able to dispel it.
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