"If this continues, it won't be long before all the Evil Palace disciples are dead." Tian Yin sighed.
The Evil Palace held a special position among the Heavenly Court's three palaces, largely because of this.
At times, every Evil Palace disciple would fall into madness, behaving in bizarre ways that made it difficult for the Heavenly Court's other disciples to approach or communicate with them.
At that moment, one Evil Palace disciple after another turned into black water and died miserably atop the Cursed Flower. They plunged daggers into their own hearts, blood streaming forth—but in truth, they were sacrificing their power and divine souls!
Lei Ting could no longer bear to watch. She shouted at the Curse Spirit, "Stop! They'll die!"
The Curse Spirit possessed exquisite features, but her beautiful face was filled with indifference and ruthlessness.
"The affairs of my Evil Palace are not for you to meddle in. Their deaths will make the Cursed Flower stronger."
There was not the slightest ripple in the Curse Spirit's voice.
To her, bringing along several thousand Evil Palace disciples was far less convenient than simply making the Cursed Flower stronger!
And these Evil Palace disciples were more than willing to sacrifice their divine souls and power. Wild madness showed on their faces as they laughed uproariously, turning into black water and curse inscriptions.
Lei Ting's expression darkened. She snorted and simply stopped paying attention.
In her eyes, this woman was even crazier than she was, and walked an utterly wicked path.
"I don't know how exactly you became entangled with the Evil Clan of the Heavenly Court. Weren't you supposed to have been born from the Cursed Titan?"
Mu Qing looked at the peerlessly beautiful woman in black before him, his eyes filled with wariness.
The other party's aura was