Fate Shackles

Inside the palace.

A group of people watched the Witch God warily, clearly unwilling to experience that feeling of being worse off than dead.

The Witch God swept his gaze around and suddenly burst into laughter. "I never expected all Three Great Oddities to be here, and for your cultivation to be so weak."

Undying Xuan Shao had a terrible headache. If he had known there would be so much trouble, he would not have crippled his own cultivation.

Now that the Witch God had set his sights on him, he would probably have to endure who knew how many more years of torment.

Sheng Wenjie said gravely, "Thunder Brother, can you deal with the Witch God?"

The Thunder God gave a bitter smile. "Defeating him is no problem, but he is still a god. Making me bleed is no problem either."

Everyone present shot him disdainful looks. After all that nonsense, did it not still mean he could not defeat the Witch God?

Suddenly, a strange smile curled across the Witch God's lips, and he vanished from where he stood.

"Not good!"

Everyone's pupils contracted sharply as they quickly retreated.

At the same time, the Witch God's hoarse laughter rang out. "You cannot escape. This old man will properly discipline you, make you obedient, and turn you into loyal dogs of this old man."

Wang Hao's expression changed as he hurriedly asked the system, "How many Sin Points do I need to raise witchcraft to its highest level?"

The system replied, "The host's current witchcraft level is Intermediate. Upgrading it to Advanced, then Top, and finally Ultimate will cost a total of 70 billion Sin Points."

Wang Hao gritted his teeth and stomped his foot. "Redeem it for me. I do not want to be tortured half to death!"