"Ugh..." Yang Lingtian could not help letting out a low, muffled groan.
His body trembled violently, beads of sweat the size of beans forming on his forehead, while his face turned as pale as gold paper.
"Guest Official Yang!" Old Ancestor Lan Ming and the others immediately gathered around him.
When they saw Yang Lingtian's condition, their hearts sank.
"This is Curse Power!" Old Ancestor Lan Ming said gravely.
"Once struck by it, one's cultivation will be severely damaged at best, while one's Divine Soul will be annihilated at worst."
"Moreover, this power is extremely difficult to dispel. It requires an enormous price and a great deal of time."
"That outsider Divine Sect powerhouse is truly vicious!" Lan Xuan ground his teeth.
They were frantic with worry, yet helpless.
They could do nothing about the Curse Power of a Divine Sect Realm powerhouse. All they could do was watch Yang Lingtian endure the agony.
"Guest Official Yang, how are you?" Lan Yan asked worriedly.
Yang Lingtian clenched his teeth as wave after wave of agony surged through his body.
The Curse Power was like countless venomous snakes burrowing into his Divine Soul and gnawing at his consciousness.
He felt his Life Force rapidly draining away, while his cultivation continued to plummet.
"Such... such powerful Curse Power..." Yang Lingtian forced out a few words.
He knew that if anyone else had been in his place, even a powerhouse at the Peak Heavenly God level,
they would probably have died instantly after taking this strike, or become crippled.
After all, this was a secret Curse Law art cast across space and time by an Early Divine Sect Realm powerhouse.
Its might far exceeded the limits that the Heavenly God Realm could withstand.
Old Ancestor Lan Ming and the others watched Yang Lingtian's