A person emerged from the cursed land.
Everyone saw this person carrying an endless majesty, holding the Dark Scythe with the tip dragging on the ground, producing a sharp sound. In his other hand was a ball of black fog.
"That Black Sickle is a divine artifact obtained by the God of the Cangyan World!"
Someone exclaimed in shock.
Upon seeing the humanoid curse mark, just one look sent endless curses hurtling their way, making them feel as if they were facing death. Out of horror, they cried: "Ah! That's the curse of the power that killed the God of the Cangyan World. My God, someone has actually managed to seal it!"
This gave them quite the fright.
"All the holy gods of the world, come before me."
Chu Yuan's loud voice resounded.
Nobody dared to flee, these holy gods all felt that the world was being dominated by a more formidable power. Quickly, nearly a hundred people stood before Chu Yuan.
They were all terrified.
