As an Early Ancient Saint who had comprehended the laws of space, with mana mighty enough to shake heaven and earth and rattle the void, he was an absolute mythical figure. There were few things in the entire universe he could not accomplish.
Black Ant Daoist had thought so as well. Apart from a few old monsters, it had believed itself invincible throughout the universe, that nothing could possibly kill it.
But at this moment, it was afraid. It sensed the breath of death. For the first time in hundreds of millions of years, it felt that it was about to die, to fall into an endless abyss.
It was as though Black Ant Daoist had returned to its weak and helpless days. Facing an enemy, no matter what means it used, everything was futile; it was utterly powerless.
"Ah, a curse! This is the power of a curse! You damned bitch, you actually cursed us! Why? Why can't this curse be driven out? What the hell is this thing?!"
At this moment, Locust True Lord felt the same way. Vastly experienced as it was, it immediately sensed that the force corroding its soul was none other than the strangest and most mysterious power in the universe—the power of curses.
This curse power was even more terrifying than any curse it had ever encountered. It was already close to true law power, representing the essence of darkness—a darkness that could devour even the entire world.
Even the slightest contamination would devour its entire soul. Like a drop of ink falling into a pool of spring water, it would turn the entire pond into black water.
That was how dark this curse power was, so dense that it could not be dissolved.
It circulated the demonic art within its body, trying