The Yin-Yang Sect Master's skeletal body was extraordinarily emaciated, yet a ghastly smile surfaced on his face, making people's hair stand on end.
A terrifying aura instantly spread, locking onto Jiang Zhu like an immense, invisible net.
Boom!
The Yin-Yang Sect Master shattered with a crash, passing away in this world. He turned into a blazing streak of light, which then condensed into a silver figure the size of a fist.
The silver figure's left eye was pitch-black as ink, its right blood-red, and its appearance was exceedingly bizarre. Though it stood less than a palm tall, it sent chills down people's spines.
"The Yin-Yang Death Curse! No wonder the Yin-Yang Sect Master remained so confident even after so many Saint Lords died. There's simply no way to break this death curse!"
"While killing the enemy, the caster must also fall into purgatory and endure the most terrible torments in the world until he is utterly annihilated."
People in Xiba City cried out in terror. The infamous Yin-Yang Death Curse killed on contact.
"Though I die, I can drag you into purgatory with me! Hahaha..." Even at death's door, the Yin-Yang Sect Master let out a laugh of sheer satisfaction.
Being able to take a peerless heavenly prodigy with him before he died filled him with consolation.
Was this what it felt like to hunt heavenly prodigies?
The silver figure seemed to be both crying and laughing, its left eye pitch-black and its right blood-red. It crossed time and space, impossible to evade or shake off, and pounced before Jiang Zhu in the blink of an eye.
Boom!
In an instant, a dazzling blaze appeared before Jiang Zhu, its surging flames completely swallowing the silver figure in a flash.
Tide-like flames submerged the figure. Before the death curse could take