An elderly man in black robes appeared before them. He looked like an old human man, his skin shriveled and seemingly devoid of all moisture, like a dried corpse.
A skull-like black inscription surfaced between his brows. It was as though a dark world lay hidden within the inscription, having drawn in countless ghosts and vengeful spirits from this universe. An aura of dark curses radiated from his entire body.
The old man stood in midair and looked down without the slightest emotion, like the Spirit Transformation of the Grim Reaper itself—an unparalleled fiend who had emerged from the depths of darkness, representing curses, darkness, and death.
"Curse-Slaying Demon Saint!"
Fang Yang and the others could barely utter a word. The instant this old man appeared, the surrounding void was filled with an indescribable aura—oppressive, despairing, dark.
Even when the Soul Clan had been destroyed, Curse-Slaying Demon Saint's true body had not appeared. He had merely sent a wisp of divine thought. But now, not only had his divine thought arrived—his true body had come as well.
One could well imagine the extent of Curse-Slaying Demon Saint's fury.
"Ants!"
Curse-Slaying Demon Saint looked down at Fang Yang and the others. Just one glance.
Boom!
In an instant, the bodies of Fang Yang, Fang Xin, and the other Soul Clan warriors, along with that blue-robed maid, exploded apart, tearing into pieces and turning into a pulpy mass of flesh.
They had no chance to struggle. That single glance had shattered them from the inside out, souls included.
Pitifully, they had no idea how long they had fled, enduring untold hardship to reach the Blood Mist Forbidden Land, thinking they had finally found a way to live. Yet they still died, slain by a single glance from Curse-Slaying Demon Saint.
Clearly, Fang