Pfft!
A spurt of fresh blood sprayed out.
The elder, who had just been full of himself, now lay like a dead dog.
Convulsing on the ground.
"Curse me once more!"
Karen pointed at him with Longsword.
The elder's mouth moved, but no sound came out.
"I said, curse me once more!"
Karen gently grazed the elder's skin with the tip of her sword.
The wound instantly turned black!
And then, it quickly spread across his entire body.
"Oooh... Oooh..."
The elder, with a face contorted in pain, tried to move but was completely drained of strength.
He could only watch helplessly as his body slowly turned black.
Until his eyes lost all expression.
The process lasted half a minute.
But that short half a minute felt as long as half a century.
Inside the great hall.
The disciples of Medicine King Valley were sweating profusely, their robes already soaked through.
"Ten years ago, I, Karen, left this place like a stray dog!"
