"These two swirls I put out are worth five years of my reserves, I dare you to take them!"
As Nannan muttered to herself, Wang Zijia felt that the curse had infiltrated successfully, and normally, the next step would be to activate the curse and make the target unconscious.
But as Wang Zijia activated it, what was wrapped in the heart of the curse command was the core of the spiritual root demon seed, which was perfectly delivered deep into the opponent's body to start a traceless but frenzied erosion.
In just a moment, without Yan Yingyi noticing in the slightest, Wang Zijia had filled Yan Yingyi's body with his 'pollution', shaping it into his form.
Feeling the information brought by the return of the red copper weight to the Sea of Knowledge from his forehead, Wang Zijia finally showed a smile and let out a long sigh of relief.
It should have been successful. The preparation of nearly a month was not in vain.
