What?!
Hearing this, the faces of Sophia, Minerva, and the other four Early Ancient Saints changed drastically. It was as if they had swallowed a live toad whole; their expressions were as black as charcoal.
They too could feel just how terrifying the curse power that had seeped into their bodies was. In merely a single breath, it seemed to have spread throughout their entire bodies.
"No, no, no! Save me! Save me! Hurry and save me!"
The black-robed saint, who was the most severely wounded, let out a shrill scream. He felt as though he had fallen into an illusion, where countless terrifying vengeful ghosts were tearing at his soul. It was as if this power had come from the Nine Nether Hell.
Even though he possessed an immortal body, it was utterly useless against this curse power. His body, his soul, and his mana were all withering and decaying.
In an instant, his entire body began to rot, exuding a terrifying black aura.
"Retreat! Retreat now!"
Minerva and the other Early Ancient Saints were scared half to death, every hair standing on end. They clearly saw strands of dreadful cursed aura seeping out from every corner of the black-robed saint's body.
Those black auras condensed into devils that madly devoured the flesh on his body, while all his life force was swallowed clean by the curse power.
In just one breath, all the flesh on his body vanished, leaving behind only a pile of bones, like rotten, decayed bones that had lain dead for hundreds of millions of years. The aura of the Five Decays of Heaven and Man spread from his body.
"Save... save me! Save me! Please, save me!"
The black-robed saint screamed, but his aura grew weaker and weaker, like an old man stepping into