Just as Ye Chen and the other two sealed Yin Wind Evil Emperor once more, an incomparably powerful surge of devil power spread through a shattered pocket dimension deep within the void. This devil power was cold and tyrannical; everyone touched by it shuddered, chilled from the inside out, as if something unclean had entered their bodies.
"What powerful Curse devil power. Although Lord Curse has yet to recover to his peak state, he is nowhere near as weak as we imagined," said the cold, beautiful woman with a pair of bat wings on her back.
The tall, dark-skinned man said, "When we arrived, Lord Curse's Curse devil power had already eroded much of the seal. Even if we had not appeared, Lord Curse would have been able to break the seal and escape within three to five years."
"Lord Curse is about to emerge."
The speaker was a horned man who had once joined forces with Nine Nether Devil King to hunt down Ye Chen.
At this, the group looked toward the center of the devil power fluctuations.
A person slowly rose from the center of the devil power fluctuations. He was a grotesque figure with withered yellow hair, an incomparably ugly face, and a severely distorted body. There were exceedingly ugly people among humans as well, but compared to this freak, they were like a petty shaman before a great sorcerer. He embodied ugliness and ill omen; one glance was enough to make one's hair stand on end and keep one awake at night. In a word, not only was his appearance ugly, even the aura he gave off was ugly.
The cold, beautiful woman with bat wings said, "Legend has it that Lord Curse was once a famous handsome man of our Devil Race. But during an