Deep in the starry sky, a group of Witch Tribe members sped along, every face grim.
"Patriarch, are we really letting Su Mo go just like that?" High Priest Wu Lun asked Wu Jing ahead of them, his eyes filled with unwillingness.
"Yes, Patriarch! Su Mo killed tens of millions of our clansmen, and today we suffered devastating losses because of him!" another Martial Saint realm expert asked.
The others all looked at Wu Jing, their faces equally unwilling.
It was simply too stifling. Their Witch Tribe ranked over three hundred and eightieth among all races in the universe, yet today they had suffered such a tremendous loss at the hands of a mere Three Gods Sect. They could not bear it.
Facing the questions of the clan's experts, Wu Jing did not answer. Instead, he turned to Ancestor Jiashen and asked, "How did it go?"
"No problem. I have already planted a curse on Su Mo," Ancestor Jiashen said in a deep voice.
"A curse?" The Witch Tribe experts' eyes immediately lit up, their faces filled with delight.
Curses were also one of the Witch Tribe's forbidden witchcrafts. Known as the Great Curse Technique, they were terrifying forbidden arts—taboos among taboos.
However, this forbidden witchcraft was extremely difficult to cultivate, and cultivating it required paying an enormous price.
Among the entire Witch Tribe, only Ancestor Jiashen, who had lived for over ten thousand years, knew this forbidden art.
Everyone was delighted. No wonder the patriarch had retreated so readily—he had this backup plan.
"Which curse is it?" Wu Jing asked. The Great Curse Technique contained many different kinds of curses, hence his question.
"The Demon Sealing God Binding Curse!"
Ancestor Jiashen spoke in a grave voice. Though this curse was not the strongest or most vicious, Tongtian Sword God