Wang Zijia's thoughts flickered, and together with his avatar, they spent half an hour constructing a complicated Blood Formation.
At its core, an intricate Altar was integrated, which brought together ill fortune, treachery, ghost dao, and karma, carefully constructed by Wang Zijia.
"Clap, clap!"
Wang Zijia clapped his hands, checked the array again, nodded with satisfaction. For the first time, he cultivated such a delicate Altar, which should be enough to lay a curse on a God Monarch.
Even though cursing someone mostly depends on the cost, the assistance program still helped a lot.
'Since you're eager to die, then I shall accompany you on this journey!'
With a thought in mind, Wang Zijia flipped his hand and took out the Blood Pearl that Feng Yingzhong, a demon dao, had spit out earlier.
